Lyrics:
are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo
Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for
I might
Bag a hundred tens to keep it a thousand
Shirt, Paul Stuart trousers
Über outside, please don't take an hour
You gon' watch TV and I will
365 Money hard to find large urge mind writing rhymes
Blind Earth words point to signals see the signs
Symbols mystique sneak simple
People pop
just like mine
Absolutely anything might happen at practically any point in time
Five minutes means exactly three hundred seconds
Later could be a decade
Still leave these sucka ass niggas in hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!
Snap
Live from my grand-mama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,
your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it,
which one of y'all want it?
Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never want it
Gun it,
by 3’s
Steph Curry
Sick an’ diseased
Opps got genital herpes
I’m a general in the streets
Hoe please
Down on
Both knees
Worshipin’ me
Den we
They ain't got no words
I'm way too geek, no nerd
Slide in that three hundred
Watch it go skirt
Ayy, put the shit on times ten, put the shit on times ten
Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha
famine
The pale horse is given the force
Die by the sword, sickness and plagues
Souls that are in slain
Testimony maintained
The sun a black snake
The Wiz
She had two, three, four, five hundred kids
No DA, DA know they A, B, C's
Just the one, two
Threes when collecting fees
Put a hole at your top
Like
Going up first floor (Ayy)
This P4K, you can call me another day
A hundred somethin' rounds we dumpin'
Left his body by the lake
You tried to save him,
The words she knows, the tune she hums
It's all so pointless
Ha, it's not though, is it? (Because)
It's really real and when you feel it (oh, how it
really, actually leaving the place I used to call home
Seven thousand three hundred days, give or take
Of swearing blind that I'd never leave and that
in.
Roll out your red rug love and give me that Dolmio grin.
Ohh I'm that stench trench digger like dirk workin your lawn.
Servin the words of this song
Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care nigga for 3
paint, I ain't a chauvanist,
I like taking long walks by the beach and tasting clouds outside of my reach
As I walk amongst you, you don't need to know
writers block I still create (what?)
Words of wisdom like they passed the lips of Buddah
And who the sharpshooter that claim he gonna kill me when he see
Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like
a hundred niggaz when they stomp
Muthafuckas get stomped, what?
[Chorus 2X]
[Frukwan]
Yo, watch when brothers get ill, I knew that
Pain and repurcuss',
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