Lyrics:
(it's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrt, skrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she
twice
I want all the love you fucking owe me
Surprising if by now you still don't know me
Some want the new me, some want this, some want the old me
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the united states got by vietnam
I go...
Yo, everytime I mc I'm coming off
Yes
N9na ever since the money was allocated
From T.O.g. And every time I drop people salivated
Venomous vernacular is very vicious and validated
By many
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!
It's
the profit get sacrificed by the Oxy
Get ratchet when ratchets out and they firing
Residue on pinata's, wonder what's up inside of 'em
It's sure ain't no
By faith and awe, they fell in love woah
As their land was somewhat special
They walked the ledge again
By faith and awe, they fell in love woah
isle nature be calling
no parachute just dimes for the loot
I dig through the rhythm searching for the truth
hotter than a Dragon's tooth
I get it
ones when you blink, they gone
You know the cliche time flies by when you have too much fun
Where do all these days be going
Clearer than a smoking gun
into the cold wet blue
Deep down the roof
No parachute
I'm on fire
Loins ablaze
Please, father
I wanna leave a trace
I should get drunk by daylight
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!
It's
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
them Black Eyed Peas
Kids say 'That's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, BLAM
with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it
That's
straight to the top
They cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules
You know me, I walked up in the spot,
more money in-in-in my fuckin' purse
C-court side, you in the C Section
I'm with them Bloods, you-you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm by the sea
and start chopping you
Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute
Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape
Here in this desert, beneath the sun and stars
Still troubled by the rumblings of a million distant cars
Please be good to me tonight, let me find my
give you parachutes, I just wanna have some fun
Takeoff on the dirt runway, no concrete
Your chaos is the only way to my peace
I've got no sympathy
The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh
It-wa it-wa it wa it was......
It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit
Stop bullshittin'
getting up
Fill the space up
With so much stuff
You just might buck your toe
Had you jumping like Geronimo
No parachute
She's not for you but
Now you know
When I'm with you, there's no reason for loneliness
Now I'm hypnotised, hypnotised by you
I've travelled the world, and seen a mountain of emptiness
hypnotised, mesmorised by you
I tried to hide inside my disguise
I tried my best not to pick a fight
I learn to run, I learn to crawl, I've got no parachute
Bongo by the way
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up
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