Lyrics:
stopped hoopin' I been pimpin' pens!
Now I'm surrounded by these bitches like I was pimpin' Ken!
Lookin' for a bubble butt, tryin' to bust a couple nuts!
Crazy silly monsters
They think everything is great
Black and white not colour
Eight by ten, no bigger
Not tonight it ain't
You can try and put
play nuthin else to say its goin down tonight
The remedy kicked in I'm feelin the hen. by the way the club is jumpin. lil mama gettin the biz she no
I'm livin' on cribs while u dreamin' in ya cribs
So all you big babies can keep on ya bibs
Stayin' on tour while my album gettin' shipped
Tryin'
a hundred rhymes
Swollen Members Black Magic
Tour bus, a pure rush
This album is a classic
'cause legend has it
The veteran of letters is drastic
(Ain't
mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
In my moments
Through space share my time
Our moments
Can teach us
Albums my thesis
Your bullshit
Is weakness
Aborted the genius
Grieving
We get
depresso
Avevo un brothi fascio
Volevo dargli un bacio
Mi chiamava "frocio"
Ora gli piace il cazzo
Nei miei DM, Cattolica, Bocconi
Ci sto facendo un album
Barbarian bars, leavin' caesarean scars
All these wack ass albums
They comparing to ours
Statik and Ran, im just a savage with grams
We hit the block hard
kinda sorta pop
Wit these bottled issues
Living in the world of not
When that's not an issue
But by the end of this thing
You'll feel like God kissed you
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
young boys eating like they
Never seen a drought in my trap
Everybody weighing like it's Keenan house
(Ha ha ha) they say my shit is album of the
Year
Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really
the kids I won't be home for a while
Tell Mom don't stress, it'll go by fast
Get my last piece of sex
Before they ship my ass
Process it, down state my
It's better than a job shit I was barley getting by
My team is on the rise
We leave it to the sky and the clouds
Doing rounds keep our names fresh
from Plato
From now y'all anonymous to me una dey break code
Me I been blessеd by mai ceto
Flows been decent not just rеcent
Boss since y’all was in
photo albums and pictures on our walls
Now it’s Facebook and IG post when we bored
Memories fades but the melodies stays
Cause when you gone they never go
going way up
What a day what a day
Love the hater showing fake love
You know we saucy by nature
Yeah we really bout to take off
I just dey grind on my own
I'm famous
All of a sudden she hit me back then she was dodgin' me
The drive-by would be quicker but we plan on parkin' these, ayy
Saint Laurent, I'm
rozprułem jak kokon
Mój parkiet w dzianinie totalnie wszelakiej
Już jestem zmęczony, a w chacie mam szmatex
Nie, nie pamiętam, by wbić punktualnie
Lecz
is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted
Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain
minutes and fifteen seconds
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck up out of here
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