Lyrics:
cloth like some
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world,
is gone off in the national
and aint no tell in where I'm goin
I be on it hold up wait know what I'm talkin bout
Parker's cup I get to sippin 3 2 1 I count em down
Money Matters is my
got you taken in the back, acting all silly
Kicking freestyle raps, rolling up Phillies
It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe
Now you get
bushes man just keep it real
Don’t try to at me in mention wit ill intention so what’s the deal
We can talk it out if you want so homie how you feel
Parker
y'all niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
wont refuse it
I'm not no Cuba Gooding Jr.
la la palooza
all in my bedroom with hoes you aint use to
china wok ordering mushu
son of a bitch to be
like I'm puff by the way that I'm dancing
Girls falling in line all the haters be glancing
Bought a new freezer Sip purp on an island
O's in the bank
the same
It's a thousand ETH floor for NFT's of my brain
Going down in history as Crypto Elohim
You can talk to the devs they can't do a damn thing
One
wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you want to Kris Kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, 'cause youse a sucker
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
the Smith and
[Chorus]
D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie
It's sure
grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Dipset all day long, go get Jim Jones album in stores now. Freaky Zeeky hold ya head you already know what it is. Sarge hold ya head,
Purple Haze will be
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
like a couch
I'm trynna figure out what its 'bout
I like the way you move, you got bounce
Go head put the pussy in my mouth
I can guarantee that I can
cannot keep they distance
So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down
I fell in love with this Fendi bitch
Trap house blood I fell in love with
note put my pain in a sentence)
Yeah, lotta y'all won't even get to the 2nd verse I bet
But Ima talk my shit, Ight one take
And I can't post a picture
me in a movie with Bruce Willis
Don't laugh at me, y'all, they killed me in like 2 minutes (Ha-ha)
I get it now, the people like when I talk about
in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth
and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor
toothpick and beedy-dyin
Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way
like a reversible
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Now that we done with all of the nonsense
If you know you ain't a groupie, make some noise
[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
be beat, and didn't get up until the next
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came
In with the twenty-seven 8
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