Lyrics:
already helped y'all
I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dog
I ain't never felt y'all
This album - we gon' bubble like Seltzer
If it ain't Double
parece inventario de Hasbro cabron
En 6 de enero, no hay pedo, le faltan pilas al toy
No vale nada, esa pose y lo que quieras plantear
No vale nada si en
infatuated by KAWS paintings
And laws waiting
Medusa on the saucer scrapin'
I be the flyest nigga ever, mirror mirror
Off White biker leather, yo
Superman all
Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's
my life
By trick or treat
My album drops in your sack
I speak freely
Fuck all these dumb broad
Whorey females creepin on my shit
Can’t call me
and I'm gettin' lonely
I need another Cali-Rony who only smokes the stony
Green like green tea, I sip the Likwit
Alkaholiks in the house, y'all punks
and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why
run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds
sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of ignorance
the place is an experience
before the reasons why
for the sake of sounding fly
liquor all night, green juice all day, life's all about balance, listen (yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (ayy)
You
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
dripping
Like a drive by murdering this beat then I'm dipping
Taking em back to these terrible times
Got them asking when then where and then why
Quad said
with the smoke Glock
Fleein the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me
make it up
Lose some people long the way
Couple casualties
And the green is giving life
Like an aloe leave
Wanna live my life
Dawg Come and shadow me
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
They say everything happens for a fucking reason
Why these cunts switching up like the seasons
One minute there hot next there cold
How many truths
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
No y ustedes siempre van a gozar de mi respeto loco
Por que ustedes son Leyendas Como te digo esa gente los Naughty by Nature
Y los Mobb Deep los
of your toe
All the way up to your last hair follicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
I wanna thank y'all for supporting Juice Music Group
And this new album called Society's Genius by Juice Jones
I was poverty's fool
But now I'ma give
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!
(singing)
Flies all green an'
info bout him by humanity
I am the mystery, lit like I’m radiant
I am an Alien
Alright, first of all, sike
But it be a lie to say I’m like you
I ain’t
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
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