Lyrics:
I ain't got no love
I'm just passing by
I'm just getting high
Smoking loud by the pound
Allin never die
Bitch I drown the sound
Till I feel alright
sections
No burners, like fuckin' hoes, no protection
But that's rare
Like a fat ass with no injections
Presidential kush
It could've took the whole election
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
tummy
Nike boy the way I fucking run it
Two-9 thats my family like cousins
So much Bape on me like a dark skin Nigo
Pockets on fat jeans looking like
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
printer
I got a chopper and a trimmer shootin' like Jimmer
You coming in that water boy, you better be a swimmer
I aint worrying bout ya'll, sittin' in my
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
I got the glock with the dick and it match with my outfit
Could've killed a pussy rapper out Towson
I could get dee tranada knocked out by ronda
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
as - the spinal spinning spiral splitter
And - the corkscrew cock cruncher
Plus, the fat fuckin bitch backslapper
And not forgetting - the one finger
niedlich
Dann lass dir doch mal von deinen Eltern erzählen was gute Musik ist
Die hören wenigstens die Beatles (Phew!)
Du hast für dein Album ne Woche
with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and girls listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to pack
out of here
She had a seizure doin' Xans while I drank a beer (ah)
Hold up, I'm finna call the ambulance
I called the plug by mistake, damn, I'm out
home
Young fat dog I love everyone
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
I'm happy to sing
I'm lacking
Decky beats, album Kingpin, 2019, Milion plus
Yeah, aha, aha yah, yah, yah
Decky beats
Naš život jedna vel'ká oslava, ah, Bohemian Trapsody
Ten
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
for
your dream bitch and your dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you
Its not a game
Or short Cuban hoe, with a fat ass though
An I'll keep the bitch just like Fidel Castro
[Chorus: Unplugged]
Tell me what you like
The party ain't over (Polow)
The party ain't over (Bet that up, boy)
The party ain't over
(It's Mr wW, Mr worldwide)
It's 3 AM and (It's Usher, baby,
ever step up
One by one I push 'em down
Fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground
I'm straight from a crooked town
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