Lyrics:
on my body
The new Gucci has less monograms, God's got him
Let he without sin cast the first stone
So I built that all glass quad level first home
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
1-2, 1-2
I be that man they call Timbaland
On these funky beats do you hear him?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
a statement
And we don't talk to police, fuck 12, fuck 'em
Let 'em meet me in hell 'cause a cell ain't an option
The streets ain't the only people watching
Even when I was 2 I knew I'd be something.
I thank God because without him none of this would be.
When I was 8 I was on my "Worst Behavior."
By the time
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
är bra så.
1-2. går bandet?
Här är det magnetband som rullar och rullar!!!
Upptakten kan do fixa på nåt annat va?
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Fabü
And I'm flying by
12 Bugattis gonna fill up the lot
Buy every one they got
And my mula everywhere
Generated from air
12 Bugattis gonna fill up
four million albums worldwide
Marshall Mathers LP also deficated to him
Another genious tribute made by Slim
Proof were also shot, so double RIP hymn
probably start a riot
Smokin' on supreme though
Whole album that's a pre-roll
Get high off it, indica my steelo
12 For the p low
Need it overnight too
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
of $1.2 million annually. His debut album 'Grace' was released 2018 and his Elevation album (EP) was released in mid 2020 in anticipation of the Elevation
of $1.2 million annually. His debut album 'Grace' was released 2018 and his Elevation album (EP) was released in mid 2020 in anticipation of the Elevation
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Her hair enhances
The bright blue sky
Like a 12 gauge shotgun
She's a young man's dream
A perfect vision
Down by the stream
Come on
Bring it on down
a glizzy at value pawn
I wrote you a album he wrote you a poem
Niggas can't compare to what I am on
Super gremlin and it's written in stone
Stop hitting my
the best don't confuse it
I confuse it, critics be hating
Best album yet but give me the same rating
I'm waiting top of rap Rushmore
Etched in stone runt
Spending a Milly
Then I'm gonna fly this chick
Out to Japan woah
I need the advance
Cash in my hand
They want a 12 songs album no FTs
They gone give me
a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by
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