Lyrics:
Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr Goodie-Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack,
chumpas squandering
And the sound of the album cramping him
Well we don't play game when dem ramping in
Better watch as my timb boots stomping in
a substance
On January 1st, 2018, the "Genesis" of my Journey opened up
2 years now, almost 3 have went by on this journey
And I can see the growth in the way I
nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr goodie Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
Little kids with they
This I share with you
From my own experience
Or you can run
Hide
Just have fun
And feed your pride
Look away
Deny
Continue to pray
And Win by
event
I can write a rhyme, spit it out before I think of it
Record the whole album, get a mix, and won't play the shit
Blow my nose in hunnid dollars
at the motherfuckin' main event
I can write a rhyme, spit it out before I think of it
Record the whole album, get a mix, won't play the shit
Blow my nose in hunnid
Houdini
Why would you ask Siri? Mr. Feenie
On a fence with experience he need
To tell you about what you should believe in
You should be out here just
Truly I'm disgusted by you
Overweight don't even recognize you
For two years you been on autopilot
Post Covid you been fraternizing
Little action you
you ride around ya city
And now its goin down like the beats by Nitti
Meet me in the mall. Or meet me where they all
Fall through like the temp
Knowing when to shut up, when to step back, when to sit down
Your experience is not universal
Male pattern baldness
Male pattern baldness
Offended by
to create my own reality, but I am not powerful without God
I must humble myself
I honestly, I was being tormented by demons when I got further into these
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
out from the stands
God don't make things happen by chance
And it's some things you gon' have to experience
I'm dapping up the board of office
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
talkin' more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' muthafuckas make me get Foghorn,
Don't make me pick your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing
Yo thabo what's up
I hope you doing well
Um
It's mr jiggy abude
The ap from
the Vodacom store
Just wanted to give a you
word of encouragement
keep
to create this new album. We ask you to bless her and her listeners, and to fill them with your joy and peace.
Lord, we know that you are a faithful God who
Bitch this be imported cargo
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
Yes Mr. Big Shot
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I
stories to tell
That's how every song does well
I imagine but to no avail
(Experience is what I need)
If I don't do anything
What is there to bring
I don't
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
Build a better prototype, you lookin' like a mop
And I'm lookin' for a floor to wipe
I heard your album man if thats what you call it
Another gangster
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