Lyrics:
the
Recording of this album!
I got it with this gift certificate I won at the save
The sea turtles marathon run dude!
Check it out! I wrote all of the lyrics
like me
I guess, I told you about myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no
the fries
Would you stick by my side?
Would you ride?
Would you roll?
Would you go?
Need to know, Need to know
Hit a slump
What if business was slow?
myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no beef or peace
Everybody gotta eat
Yo!
John.
What's up?
Yo, I'm going to put the song about your house on the album. Is that cool?
Uh Yeah, I just don't want to have any, like,
to pick a mike up frank
There's already true rider
We will talk billers
If you listen to my new album
When there's no thrillers
Gota N-dubz be cool chiller
Could have Guitars that I have never played,
Every Elvis album ever made.
I got the cars, I should learn to drive
Could have a house that would blow
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
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