Lyrics:
just my album sold
At a record store
Awe man it sure is, Ha
Damn man it sure is
I said I did it for my town
Y'all just don't get it
Uh
Y'all stick around
alive today he wouldn't be dabbing you
all on stage acting coo praising them and their albums too
Migos tried to jump you but yet that wasn't true
on my wrist, counterfeit, you know you fuck with it
Morty is a dick, cheated on by his ex, bitch
Cole gon' have to tag me in
Had a wife she came and went
Got a new album, they can't get a date
Like you was swiping and swiping on tinder
And tryna rekindle the loss of ya flame
I been the topic of all ya
Blending the meaning to sweeten the savory beating
They heated and lemonated me
I'm out of the oven and hovering hot with stacked outcomes
No bad albums just
Nightfall
Eyes closed
And I wishin' that my music would be known
I stall
Might go
And I waitin' for the album to be shown
Home
I'm home
In the studio
That thing’s so rusted. Look at that van! That is them, that is just so…
Touring this record felt like an embodiment of what this album feels like
Oh man, that's beautiful music by my friend
Oh man, my man THXNK
Right there, oh my god (two seconds, think about it, bro)
J'me dis qu'la prod'
The message through the bottle
Grab the Devil by the horns full throttle
Lightning striking twice ain't too odd
When you're looking for a sign from your god
infinity feeling me, clingy shit
Gorilla grip, I'm clipping it
You Rap(Rob) Dyrek's, you ridiculous(ridiculousness)
I got this rap shit by the throat
I'm
Yeah, yeah
Ay, this is for all the real ones who listen to the whole Charge It To The Game album brought to you by
Bino, Bino, Bino, Bino
Yvmbino
quarter-ounce
Now I sell it by-the-o, if not tell them bounce
I'm smoking moon rocks with a new thot,
And she likes me- said she boombox
When I fuckin' bang it,
an attempt to relate
Same question, same answer, yeah I'm feeling great
Blast music and wait as the hours go by
Sitting in my room, got my thinking of life
I
ohhh
Check the code, cause I follow by one I ain't never snake, I ain't never told one
Catch me in the stu, you know I gotta cook one
Got a couple
out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
Now there's
and livin large
The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads
At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R
You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he
hate me just by my appearance
You motherfuckers can't be serious, ayy
I shoot dice, yeah, gamble with my life, yeah
No invites, yeah, keep my circle
cryin, pullin on my cape
Massive meltdown, bring the red tape
Back up victims who caught the vapes
New lp, time to make papes
Get the album
it's Jonny hanging by his neck all those metal
Albums have led him to his death
Now it's time for parents to open ears and listen maybe it's too late
M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net
Signed the dotted line but didn't read through the costs
(When your album sits on the desk) "That's when ya lost!"
Followed your label's notion no
to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'
Radio speaker: (not on album version)
Welcome to the radio show: young, free and single!
We got a good show lined up for you, let's have our first
Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
Listen...
[Verse 1:]
I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
Die before my album drops never sell a mill
Die
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