Lyrics:
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
(D-d-daytrip took it to ten)
Hold on, uh (hey)
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
that you can't resist
I sing along a song that's oh so sensual
Bring along a sip to make it all so sexual
Verbally that is, making love to the music
just because they've become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by
1, 2, 3, 4.
Left, left, left right left... (repeated a lot)
Here's a little story about girls that ignore me,
And dudes that still scream for
But if they all come together what they got?
A little power unified to make a knot
Well of course
And if a plan to expand is endorsed for some more
Lend
would wander way beyond the stars
A neverending universe too big for thoughts to keep
Surrounds me like an Angel in the sky
I love to dream, flowing
NWH is in the house
To tell you punk little suckers what it's all about
When it comes to butts we are the masters
Ain't a butt with a kitty in
the answer to this riddle then?
Is it heroin?
Or Jesus Christ?
Big-ass books?
Or sleepless nights?
I had a few of those and everyone knows
That
you again, will see you again
Tomorrow
The world is ending, the planet is shaking
Overtaken by the big blue screens
Some hid in the caves and
They
and a little wet nose
Can find new love or avoid potential foes
But in this small ancient nation
We gather information
In slower ways and worser ways
Some do
Goodnight
Well, it's after midnight and the skies are shining bright,
And a big fat moon is dancing on the sea, and I'm thinking oh my...
this nigga, fuck this nigga
Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit laid down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down
little darling don't cry
The fact is I masturbated
About an hour before you came by
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
change can make a big difference
But change it starts with yourself
God said if you help yourself then i will help
So if you look deep down inside
She said "I wanna live faster, faster"
And it's getting on my last nerve
But I love a good girl with bad curves
So I hit the break hit the gas -
mental
She don't love me, she love my instrumental
I'm going up like a fucking crescendo
Jenna Ortega, I'm stuck in the middle
I'm getting big bands niggas
die just die
I went down to the shop the other day
Bought a couple razors
Bleach gallons and a rake
I thought that I would make a little game
The kids
full
Got my nose in the pie
Turn red like a pitbull
I take your advice and add
A little twist to it
And in this game you’ll lose your life
Lil' nigga
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
Carrying such a heavy load, (Do-do-do-do-do-do), Yeah
And so the story begins, so here we go
We 'bout to journey down this little muddy, rugged road
"life," and the will for you to use me
As a big brother, maybe another father figure with seven figures
By rhyming words with the rhythm rhythm, make
up in this sixteen
My dream works like you fit it on the big screen
And I ain't got it all figured out
That's what I figured out
Could've made a quick
what you wanna Do
Im sure
Was this fate or a mistake
He walked in and took my place
While I was away
But It's okay
You'll be callin my phone
By the end
Bitch do I seem like a care
Nah cause the love that i get is from a distance
Im workin night and the day at writing to spit some
Swish swish big work day
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