Lyrics:
a netscape glow
Try not to die with an orinico flow
Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8
Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late
Cali
Couldn't taste success so fuck the foreplay
Bullets with their names, John Hardin on any day
686 P, this is your last day
Wack ho finished like
a netscape glow
Try not to die with an orinico flow
Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8
Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late
Cali
reality
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
Pourin' up for them real niggas
Roll one up for them real niggas
Dope boy dreams, sip out
platoons
I'm a warhead, you know
Big explosion with the 'shroom
It's the sandman
They hopin' I don't show up with the broom
That's a sweeper
They knockin'
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
I school that ass like St. John's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and
Open up the door cause I'm knocking
Ready or not, here I
imma show you how
I lost count just got a check and another one came for a different amount
She let It bounce
We shipping p's off we ain't breaking it
TOODLES (as Santa)
Merry Biscuits!
JOHN
Merry “Christmas!”
TOODLES
Aww, same to you, John!
LOST BOYS
Up on the housetop, reindeer dogs
Out jumps Good
The Powerpuff Girl
Ash won the fight with Mewtwo
Goku, Sinchan, Kamen Rider
Sasuke spraying his fire
Ninja Hatori and P man
Gomora kicked up by Ultraman
like they invented the shit
Make a couple videos up in daddy's whip
Your tik-tok and only fans is indistinguishable
Creepy incels thinks of women in
watching John McLaughlin
And having sex again and again
I'd stopped by cause Ellen had my copy of Nebraska
They never even put on their clothes
I hung for
I feel like the mayor
Expensive cologne she can tell by the smell
Hold up
We finna go up
No competition they won't even show up
Stick on my side
WcY WE CLOUDING SHIT UP SMOKERS COUGH THE WcY WE HIT UM.
LIGHT SHOW LITTY... HUSTLE SO EXTENSIVE
BcDDIE CLUB BLICKN
HOLE UP THURST TRcP GET VISCIOUS
ON YOUR LUCK
SHcWTY SWEcT cND SHE SIZZLE LIKE CRUSH
MILWcKEE FLOW CcUSE WE GET TO THEM BUCKS
WE LIKE BONNIE & CLYDE
SHE BY MY SIDE cND SHE DOWN TO RIDE
I
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
(It's Great John beats, baby)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Right now I'm hurtin', so I can't show love
Buggin' off them drugs, I might
boots and your knee-high mind,
Come up to my pad and see my work,
Go for a meal and hear my joke,
Or get in a bag and take a poke,
But don't be too clever
think I'd rap, but this my trap
I be selling logos on a hat just to show you that I'm bout that
Pull up and serve you where you at
Pulling up, serve you,
It was 1967. I was watching a TV show.
When the glowing screen went blank,
I looked out of my window.
I saw twenty seven crows
perched on my antenna.
I smoked a whole lot
Not by myself man I smoked it wit the whole house
Drop top Chevy when I pull up to my ol' house
Damn it feel good ridin' round
got it
Pop just seems like a word
For to get everyone moving
It's like a firecracker, going off in me
Time seems to run by so fast
Oh Oh
(Oh Oh)
I
Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)
Yo, you're
And I'm far from the madd rapper but got that John Blaze
Forever out my way, until you swerve in my lane
You throw it up, I knock it down
I'm asking what's
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