Lyrics:
an old Hank Williams song
Is the lonely, the lonesome, and the gone
There's a place down by the mall
But it ain't what you'd call a honky tonk
They
sell on the cell phone
How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
one time
It's done for you
You done
I'm here to hurt your feelings
I got it up by my side
Peanut butter leather
Seats melt in my ride
My goons they
Pretty girls pop champagne (Pagne)
When I get lonely it rains
My heads been in a spin cycle
I’ve been by myself like a unicycle
I talk to other
[Intro:]
Theres some girl's in this house,
When you see em point em out. (x4)
[Verse 1:]
Gotta lil thing foreplay lil grinnin',
Pretty lil brown
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
Oh oh oh oh
No difference from all of these women
But do you believe it
Oh oh oh oh
Ain't by chance that we're here
Only got one life to live, so
Let
away wit it
She aint talked to me this whole car ride
Confused if I should even stay with her
Can't see beyond my own heart eye's
She got pretty
Phantom
He said it was quite nice
But he can't go see Miss Saigon
Until he kills some mice
(Until he kills some mice)
William Shakespeare's in my cat
It
Phantom
He said it was quite nice
But he can't go see Miss Saigon
Until he kills some mice
(Until he kills some mice)
William Shakespeare's in my cat
It
ain't nothin', I'm used to it
I rock shit up top and match boots to it
Major dough; ayyo, I'm fine and I'm able
Six wit' a roof like a dinin' room
just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna
jaw, ribs, and I cough, spit
Watch this
Like Robin Williams, I hang with it
Y'all won't feel it till I make millions
Then I'll raise ceilings and you'll
goods
Pretty mama doing everything a pretty mama should
She bad she know she bad
She walked through a forest
And tripped by a tree
Soon her anger
it... Then there is no way you can live without it.
Real talk....
See me I go by Zel Williams... I'm sure y'all Kno and heard of me...
I'll leave my
to do it
When I say it then you see it, it ain't only in the music
Basquiats, Warhols, serving as my muses
My house like a museum so I see 'em when I'm
know what I'm talkin' bout
'Cause you just get me yeah you so pretty
If everything is dipped in gold
Then baby it will never grow
Everything sweet ain't
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
Surrounded by that all water boy
I'm still not your peer
You wanna talk we can do it up
Like an addict
Pull up on your spot
cnd shoot it up
Pretty boy
lying
I keep it real
I got no chill
I don't fuck with a fake
Only want stack up ma cake
Don't even come at me
If you ain't got a hard trap beat
If you
dancing, you're a star
Pretty patient, pretty strong
But that ain't all you've got going on
Don't get me wrong, when it comes to pretty, you set the bar
, quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
just rock it
Side to side
Like hypnotist
Wid a watch in his hand
And the victim is
Me
Back and Forth
Like it's tennis shit
Serena Williams on the serve
fuck with
Cycle by the lane
It's sunny everyday
I've been drawing up a bullet proof cypher
Feel a vibe I'm snorting up a line of violence
Putting up
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