Lyrics:
at the MTV Video Music Awards
Last month slapped Nicki's ass
And continues to
Slap it endlessly in GIFs all over
The Internet nicki was the star of
The VMAs
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always making fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery,
head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice, head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out
Later on that evening when
I thought I'd had enough
I sat down in a restaurant and
Over powdered drugs
I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce
Picked by
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label, we stay stable
Pick up the album, we're never on cable
Crews cross over, but not Main Source
away
Got no balloons in my hand but I get carried away
Got no balloons in my hand got no balloons in my hand
No balloons in my hand I done gave em all
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
By making tracks
No Halifax
UK government paying tax
Look at my fake racks
Immma a big man
Small package but big hand
Got big bands
Like a rich man
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Pick up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus
Violator album
Adjusting his tie, the sweat had begun to pool in all
He was pulling kids out of ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running on
It seemed that we would lose
I ain’t been this high since I was
Five feet five feet five feet
She can’t take it all because she
Five feet five feet five feet
Stack my money tall
you over slowly
Love it when you hold me
Baby put it on me
We're making love, all night long
And we fuck, all night long (all night long)
You know
you forget.
Get, get, get.
La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom.
I'm in and out a pig channel serrated by hand feeders.
Army of vicious
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
high when I ride so gently looking so fly, by stacked.
Then I just roll up, just to get exposure, like I pull up in my rover
So I don't fluff over ya,
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
capable of
When they all put they head to rest
We rose up
Dropping shit that y’all love
Abt just hit 5k
And I’m counting by the minute
10k
20k
30k
19,19,19
on the road with per diem money and why'all scared
While why'all walk and look hard
Your manager got his name all over your Versatile card
And plus this
the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker
okay that 90210 talk bitches talk to me
And they send you niggas postcards
What you think I flow for?
Y'all niggas is old dog
Y'all over the hill like
okay that 90210 talk bitches talk to me
And they send you niggas postcards
What you think I flow for?
Y'all niggas is old dog
Y'all over the hill like
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