Lyrics:
gonna be around
And over and over I tried
Yet over and over you lied
Gettin' over and over my pride, yeah
I don't know why
And over and over I
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young niggas gettin' money, young
time that you're close by
Oh my God I can't wait till I get over you
Gotta get, gotta get over
Gotta get, gotta get over
Gotta get, gotta get over
Can't
My pinky ring a v8, I filled it with carrots
I'm Popeye with spinach, till' the day I die I'm gettin' high
High, high, high, high, high, high
I made a mistake
Now you can choose to stay and live with that mistake
Or you can beat me over the head with it over and over
'Till I'm gone
baby)
Lots of Times
(Over and over again)
Lots of Times
(Over and over again)
Lots of Times
(Over and over again)
Lots of Times
Uh
Now I'm back and I'm
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
to the back
She even knows I'm hellerin
So they'll move till they pickin low, go over really
If I say hit his head and then hang another round
When I'm over 'cause you know I'm a relax in a rule
That soothes your body, really really hardcore
Double-double Ta-ta for a while or for raw
a bull's eye
And you like (ooh ah)
And I ain't quitting 'till I got a crib in malibu sitting poolside
I'm chilling sipping crown out a coke bag
I say
around or standin around, clown, when I'm gettin down
Heavy on bass
go lightly on the treble
you cant dig this then man you need a ??shuvel??
where's
you tell me something I don't know
And I'm pissed off about bein' the cops
And you're pissed off about bein' the maid
And how long till they shut off
(Woo)
Party ain't over till the fat lady sing
Or should I say
Party ain't over till you so fucking drunk
That that fat lady sting, dale gordita
Que rica
Now you're amazed by the vip posse
Steppin' so hard like a german nazi
Startled by the bases hittin' ground
There's no trippin' on mine, I'm just
gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All My niggas gettin' fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up
Showtime, I'm finna go ape
All my bitches better
as I'm pulled beneath
You are not escaping God, when you run from me
I am not evading fraud, begging on my knees
You say it over and over and over
We
irreplaceable? Bite it (that's overkill)
'Till I kill over like somebody stuffed roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal
I'm not about to sit
I'm Popeye with spinach, till' the day I die I'm gettin' high
High, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
It ain't over till it's over and honey, I ain't through.
You might be the one that's cryin', when I'm done with you.
It might take forever; I'm
up in my pocket
Out of my mind and I'm thinkin
I'll see you right by that line when I tell you don't cross it
Bro need a beat, I'ma put like a socket
chop
Gettin' it till I'm dirt
Taxin' till it hurt
Now you owe me work
Now you owe me work
Gettin' it till I'm dirt
Taxin' till it hurt
Now you owe me
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
falling in
Do it by myself and it's over again
It's over again yea
It's over again yea
How many more till I'm covered in
Down in the dirt from the shoulder
Psychedelic Kai
Runnin' from my issues til I'm lost in the fog
Gettin' texts, saying "I miss you." swishin' jaws with the sauce
Getting twisted is
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