Lyrics:
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
1 By 1 By 1 By 1
Aim Laga
Ungali Chala
Carrom Zara
Karde Garam
Aim Laga
Ungali Chala
Carrom Zara
Karde Garam
Le Ke Striker
Sti Sti Striker
Le Ke
Smokin' Backwoods and moving bags
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that's a Xany
Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee
Kool-Aid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum
Here Kansas City come so give me some
puttin' they hands on these bums
I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)
I don't know wherе they pussy been
I don't be fuckin' 'em (Goofy)
Bitchеs call me boss
You
Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat, I keep a drum
You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum
She
Robimy to gówno by dotrzymać w życiu kroku
Aby zachować spokój w mieście bez uroku
Wersy pętle są formą buntu
Ten syf baby stoi wyżej od funtów
Jedyna w
Orleans whoadie duckin' them Warrants
You get stung by my MAC like a batch of Hornets
Time is splurge like the San Antonio Spurs
I got rings like a Laker
confined
I can't see
Son's mind like a bum knee
Mine's number one he
Left you tongue tied
One time
Go out on my roof
Go out on my roof
I just go out
Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat, I keep a drum
You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum
She
nigga come up and pull up on your block
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Bum bum, tell her get out that Honda (let's go unh!)
Girl
Powiedz jeśli umiesz
Ile chwil jeszcze zostało nam
By składać cały świat
Który buduje każdy na spokojnie
Przyszłość drzemie w wyobraźni
Za sobą setki
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
I'm lookin rett scum
I'm huffin jenkum
Out of a sket's bum
One look yer ded, son
Yer think yer know depravity cus of wot yer saw on PornHub
But I'm
All my ice and all my trees, all my bitches in love with me
Rock star life, the life we lead, surrounded by rock stars
My niggas rocking gold like
In the sweet by and by
we shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
we shall meet on that. beautiful shore.
Long haired
healthy blunts
I'm finding comfort in my personal space of pain
I'm just a sculpture getting shaped by mistakes I've made
Got performative friends weasels
Staring at this tool for an age of ugliness
Workplace is corrupt, nothing's gonna change
The road looks better as every minute passes by
Should be
player
Toy by Fischer Price. A lovely sound
Yeah
You got kids. I have more
You have three, I've got four
Who is he? He looks glum
What a loser, what a bum
Oh
Why
Uuuhh huh
Why
All I want is just to flex yeh
Make my mind deh rest
I just deh count my blessings oh
One by one
Stay fly all day
Oluwani shola
I got multiple flows for a nigga
Doing bad going broke for them niggas
Don't get caught with a pole for them niggas
Get lined by a hoe for them
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