Lyrics:
A fact of life is that we will be remembered more for what we destroy than what we built
History is written by the victors
That's why we must win
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
a sound
Beats were made by Spicy whose skin color's darker than brown
Free at Mariner's Village was the water which makes suds
Cleaning people houses was my
done the Australian way
The great brown land, stained by time
A melting pot of cultural slime
Import low culture from the world
Celebrate mediocity
with horns fight it
I'm the misguided angel
Touched by tradgedy
I defy gravity
Brutal cruel and dark
So beautifulfy remarkable
Angry Smirf
Man I'll kill
You can tell how she act by who she hang with
Short dress long legs shorty dangerous
She be killing it and I'm the Killer type
Soft top blue paint
underneath like any other day/
The truck slips off the lift onto his leg, screaming in pain/
His femur caught a clean break, leaving him lame/
They rush him
from the oven
and the palms are withered by the garden
does anybody wonder how does lisa feel
Why is Lisa...
lisa cooks, cleans, potters around, sleeps
clean it up and lets build a new house together
We can just climb up the tree that you so much adore
Look at the houses and meadows, and so much more
but niggas don't listen (hold on)
I'm at Barclays sittin' by Blake Griffin (sittin' by Blake Griffin)
At night, I'm in a Louis sleepin' bag (louis
house somebody
Shoes by louie, sippin on louie
Look I can't even lie all my bitches know I'm louie
One thing about young, young swag wit it
Da only nigga
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
dippin, trippin and callin my house
With my gal sittin by me lookin all in my mouth
I say: "Hey!", and cough, but she know I'm tryina play it off
and growin we grow by the week
House on the hills after mills like I'm meek
Vision expensive ain't never been cheap
Never inferior always elite
You can go head
man it's 1:30
Taco Bell run, open late by my house
No I'm serious, it's open till 2:30 like a block down
This is an ad, Taco Bell, please sponsor me
bruh, c'mon)
Calm down but how could I
When the good guy ain't spawned brown on them tv screens
Check the channels, NBC
Nothing but color boys getting
Yeah you kno ain't no falling Off When I'm on the mic
Ayy
Buy the car buy the house
Drippin clean while in da Nawf
Candy painted nigga check da sauce
me by my belt buckle, so I grab them hips
Lights gave glimpse, face revealed, Halloween witch
Is this a movie, House Party, Bilal, yell, SWITCH
Juke
have tampered with the pipes in your house when you go to wash yourself clean
Because in the background, these rats, I'll compare them with Faust
Only
come from
Boston or Memphis
I need some Cali 10 out of 10 if not then man can't
Sell this
I just put some grub on the table now I've gotta Cut this brown
my jet pack dreaming bout money ties
House by the water atv let's take a ride
Lime roses in me so no i'm never shy
Flyy dreams come true you just gotta
mama house need the Visine
I fuck your girl she don't need vaseline
Her pussy bald for me Mr. Clean
You'd think its a horror movie how she screams
has pale thin skin, black hair
A brown, knee-length dress cover
Her tired and meek body
The worm fingers are black from the oven
And the palms await
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