Lyrics:
Chorus:
Smoking on the dro, thinking bout my cashflow
Got my peddle to the flo, a jazzy hoe by my side
We ain't worried bout a thing, we switching
beaucoup burners on the flo'
Startin' to love this pain, now, bitch
I'm 'bout to go up flo'
I had brought you to the clique house
When we left out the bottom
love
Naw not like this
See you makin' me cuss
Damn right I'm pissed
It was supposed to be us
This is ridiculous
Cause it was supposed to be us
Ain't no switching
We winning
I'm so Progressive
My Flo so persistent
Shot after shot
Yeah, my form is consistent
Won't see me in yo Twitter notification
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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And I'm sorry that I did this shit all by myself
I just felt like I ain't really need nobody else
I just felt like I ain't really need
wonder why he act so ugly, you feeling me?
(I'm feeling you)
[Chorus]
My pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced
Swigged some Jack Dan', sniffed
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
in commando N-zone
Said I’m cute for a black boii lindo*
First album did it Independo* (Meow)
Nah, Cuz they be missin’ me Dissin’ me uh-uh-uh
They
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
listening
This is "Who?"
An album by Jacob Howard
Goodbye
from the pain it's undergone
Whereupon we kill the beat when the mic ain't on
That's my motherfuckin' procedure
I'm cold with the flow I will freeze
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
clear so invariably
I'm always meditating seek clarity
Laugh at the haters with hilarity
Apparently, my type of mind is a rarity
So I'm choosing to flo
to the flo
On the Flo
Uh
Let me get the convo that uplift me
How the fuck I'm sittin the bench but too gifted
I waited my turn to turn up the mission
I'm Ray
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don't really like my flow, no
So tell me what you want to hear
Somethin' that'll light those ears
I'm
happens, everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album, what an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm
I
Woo
Yeah
I'm on the Top Flo, you in the basement
I'm going sky high, I'm in a space ship
I'm always one deep 'cause niggas on that fake shit
They
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
Oh hey papi lets go loco
Diet that I'm on only got brotein
While these weak ass suckas only got hotein
Dying on the flo needin better protein
think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people
But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I
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