Lyrics:
the soil
Getting that swipe like I fuck around with Dora
Teaching my kids how to boil
Wrap my shit in tin foil
Waiting for the bitches on the clap back
So believe me when I say that it's the party that I'm wreckin'
Sinbad the sailor couldn't take me out
And I hope your ass don't take that route
everything with this lyrical scheme
We be like fiends when it comes to the money
Be are end for hur-tin-in
So watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy
a wet dock nestled in a tropic island port
We were greeted by a luscious lively man
Gold bling, dreadlocks, and a really nice tan
"We'll help you out
by two
By two
Take you to mi place
Make we do
The do
My boo
My boo
Way you bad
Like this
My boo
Way you bad
Like that
Say mi miss
You longtime
Baby be
(hello)
Using my name in vain like I won't damage the boy
You think niggas was shooting your fat ass out of canons before (I'm that nigga)
Niggas is
a zinger piece
Kill a beat mana don't care you can bring a g
Spin a C dodge tha M I'm a sinner see
Left man leaking out like tin of beans
Left man leaking
until the break of dawn
Now, tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking, inter-lockin'
And up-rockin' electro-shocking
We're getting
HD (so HD)
No conspiracy
Got an alien tin foil head
Running over me (looking at tiger)
And the last party
Felt like a combine
The way they running
not made of tin
G shock on my wrist, smack that shit like I'm Ben ten
Used to get an eight, now I get beats by Renton
Wrap wood like its Groot, spread
the courage bruh
No brains in top
You just a Scare crow
If you don't knock it off
If you don't knock it off
You just a heart with out a beat
Mr Tin man
body movin' with the A-1 sound sound so soothing
Flame on, I'm gone
I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon
Came out rapping when I was born
Mom said rock
on my wrists like a wristband
Now I'm stuffing this bitch and her thick friend
And I found me some ways I can get ends
I went from eating out tin cans
work
They gon dance to dis one
We gotta do it
I guarantee they'll get up out they seats
Get up out yo seats people
It's the remix
It's so hot like fire
I
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cause we havin' a after party
Checkin' out 6 in the mornin' 6 in the mornin'
wanna do the freak until the break of dawn
Tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking, inter-lockin'
And up-rockin' electro-shocking
We
God, now that's a prophecy, I'm like a profit
And I?ma have all of my followers run through your projects
Smack the shit out of anybody that's not on my
your block with my troopers like we came for oil
We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
When you see that yellow tape, nigga, you know it's
to the moon
I'm falling for you straight down from the moon
Sho ma dimi mu tin ba tin mu otutu
If I no see you mio le sun moju
Dem won dey sabi Wetin we dey do
can't live that life
This life is a trap this life is a party
We out at night ɛbom ɛbom ɛbom
This life is a trap apai apai apai
(Ooh yeah )
The life that
we rode through the days of my childhood
Memories like heroes, they never grow old.
Together we rode over mountains and valleys
Camped out a night
through chains, hell and back, these felon raps
We interact, word to black, form out glass, perform my craft, paper taps
There's reason though, streets
Kept the audience subdued
And the rear gave a cheer as
They opened up the beer
So we sat, just like that
And we ate a plate of fat
It felt good like it
[Puff Daddy]
Oh shit (what's that man)
I don't know kid, I think it's a party going on
Oh it's the remix
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
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