Lyrics:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh, it's funny
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing,
the good through the bad through it all gonna need your back
Ill always be with you just want to please you
Ain't nothing stopping me from getting backtight
At first I'm thinking it's nothing
For a second oh man I'm buggin
What's third Ima ask for the number
She fasho gotta tell me somthin
At first I'm thinking
We hear one of this seraphic chime
Who speaks and resounds like a melody
Of wisdom
Who rings and whistles like a symphony
Wholesome
Who just want us
Ginger, you're just so cute
Alright Ginge, how's your, beep?
No, it's Ginger like Ginger Rogers, it's not like 'Ginge'
Well, there's nothing wrong with
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
checks can’t
I’m a goof in this rap game, I wanna be treated like regular
YouTube a lot different, so don’t act like “yea he just a dude with a camera”
procrastinating.
Nothing changes just give a new name
I`ll tell you a secret: noone`s sacred
The deadly seven
Turning virtues.
Serious faces stiffen
you got time
Mommas gonna be there by your side
Except she wasn't
(Wasn't)
She wasnt there
She was always buggin
(Buggin)
She drunk and cussin
It was
smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
contemporaries, nothing more scares me
Than the wrong hand with the gun
Just wanna have a little fun
I am looking for a friend for the end of the world
Serious
up
Tint up
Can’t see us
Framlink come see us
Remember i was nothing
Now they ask for features
They see I’m buggin
Now they want features
I got tired
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
and when you fall
Down the mountain, I'll be by your side
But I'm getting tired of it all
One heart affair, oh
Oh, you know that I need something serious
Into them sound clash see winni'n them, just begginin' them
Get rid of every bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In
Clarence didn't even suspect nothing. So he come flippin' and skippin' through the woods, happily whistling a little song
(whistle), when whom shall he
on
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than
Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains
Trains
I suppose that there's nothing
In this life remains the same
Everything is governed
By
on
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than
I'm a blow and toss a hoe for you, like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused to you, know I am over do
The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in
It’s time to bring back the era
Of long intros
Where you know shit is serious with the long intros
And because I am serious
I’m Serious, like
see the day
That I will be getting money making music
So these hatters wouldn't take nothing off me
When the chicks wouldn't holla I just
Play them
Got off work, counting my tips
Sixty bucks and no cents
And nothing to do, and the rent ain't due
So I called my friends, said we're going out
No
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