Lyrics:
Don't nobody else do this shit like me
Oh, why, oh why, oh why
You tryna take my, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, lights?
You don't think,
all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like
We said boy please
This S to the K
Five hooks, man
Ayo, this shit only got like five hooks on it, dawg
All lyricism, ho
I was like, "Yo, I'm pickin' up that pen, I'm goin' fuckin'
want me to leave
She showed me places I've never seen things I've never done
This really looks like a lotta fun
I seen the grass and the sky
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Eight beautiful notes
I play eight notes they sound like this
When I play
I don't know about group number 2
Man, tough
Listen we would like to
We would like to do for you a real pretty song
That was done by a group
(I no listen)
Yeah, uhn
I've been wrong by lady
I'm always mistaken
Lust or love in the making
Shit's been driving me crazy
And I'm
Crazy but I like
rearrange and change the business
By droppin' shit like this
Dope, niggas can't cope with the real
I bill, penitentiary steel, when I kill it goes
Desmond has his barrow in the market place...
Molly is the singer in a band...
Desmond says to Molly "Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this
parley
I parley here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
Touched the Iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the Titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
dollar
No want no drama
Kaba kaba la
Them no know my story
Mi know dem no like we
But is game over is game over
And we go make bad mind dem See we den shy
much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that
flame (Woop!)
Bic la flame
Bic la flame
Bic la flame
Bic la flame (Damn)
Bic la flame
Bic la flame (Bic la flame)
Don't fail me now
You know I smoke it by
lavish
Not just by looks
but also by your mind
Reminding me of the night stars
Here as it rains
Making this song
Hoping you like it
Cómo tu no hay dos
En
Drive support system, I could never be shady
Me cheat the game, fuck I look like, Brady?
Staples in LA, Japan, Sapporo Dome, Camp Nou in Barcelona,
with by big toe tap
Head gonna bop back and forth like that
And if you like what you here you can meet me out back..out back
Chorus
With my raincoat on,
there
This time of year, we're both aware
We gotta fall in love again at Christmastime
And all the angels in the sky
Shine down on us as we roll by
The colors of the water
The glint that's in your eye
The smiles upon our faces
As we walk on by
How perfect could this day be
How better could it get
says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how
It’s so many ways I can start this verse
Ima start by putting niggas in hearse then leave em in the dirt
Go and check my last EP if ya females wanna
his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish,
the endless traps along this ceremonial curse
Light the facts and blind the truth
Let them act the way you choose
Make them sway by your design
Be the time
This pretty thing by my side (I don't think you know)
Say she rollin' with the vibe (know)
And she rollin' with the vibe (rollin' with the vibe)
on the atlas,
Lay that shit like this that keep a gun right by the mattress
This that “dump that shit” that fluid dippin in the mattress.
This them bars that
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