Lyrics:
on Sick
Sad World"
SSW REPORTER: Tell me, what brought you here
Artie aRTIE: It was a cone-shaped
Craft about 15 feet
Long, with an air speed of, oh
I'd
the bitching but you just let them think that you ain't safe
And let them tell the cops that you were missing
BadBoy with the remix
Artie got the ladies whipping
and it don't get specific
I had to keep her with caution if you saw what Artie been doing I'm being explicit
I level up now I'm bossing the bars come
bocca
E bacia la tua troia sporca
Non dico piu niente
Ci becchiamo un altra volta
Coi miei g
Ora son pronto
Son pronto per la guerra
Come Artie 5ive e
Tony to Touch it
[Party Artie]
Guns, I tote them things
Blunts, I smoke them things
Rhymes, I wrote them things
It's no such thing, as hoes
I'm a billionaire.
Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah.
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas.
Give Artie a wish list.
I'd probably pull
know about some sinski
and i'll give you cats a brick
I'm like Artie's eyeball trapped in the socket
Hydroponic grown in the closet
500 guns now try
greater
Mahdi, royally your highness
Queen's finest
Buck your all-star lineup
My Artie Clay tear your spine up
Get my shine up
Artie Clay tear your spine up
through Artie
That way if you get stuck
We can at least talk
Write this down
I'll give you some ground rules
Plenty of conflict
But nice guys don't break
don't want this weekend to end
Yeah, yeah, Artie, Artie Abrams
So chillin' in the front seat (in the front seat)
In the back seat (in the back
greater
Mahdi, royally your highness
Queen's finest
Buck your all-star lineup
My Artie Clay tear your spine up
Get my shine up
Artie Clay tear your spine up
ridin' verso la città
Ora acclamano Artie 5ive ma galleggio in brutte acque
In mezzo a white shark
Siamo in trincea, siamo souljas
Siamo souljas, siamo
cruda, patanegra (ah)
È tipo succulenta, strasuda, pentola
Lei arriva dal Kenya, punto sui miei dadi
Sto con Artie e gli affiliati (Artie)
In una
Questa borsa è real, l'ho pagata una follia
Se la fotti chiamo Artie, non chiamo la polizia
Sto con un gruppo di Barbie e bastardi in mezzo alla via
prometto, glielo fumo)
Okay, questa merda la chiudiamo
Artie più Rondo, questo è l'album dell'anno
Rondo da Vinci, tratto questo disco come un quadro
Le
Copriamo dal sud al nord
Tony, Yugi, Artie, faccio un crocifisso nuovo
Sai già cosa rispondono se chiedi chi è il GOAT
Piccola peste, capra a tre teste
Rollin' rollin' rollin' on a river
(This ones for you Artie)
Left a good job in the city
Workin' for the man every night and day
And I never
You can't stop a river
As it rushes to the sea
You can try to stop the hands of time
But you know it just can't be
And if they try to stop us Artie
popcorn is a-puffin'
Mama cooked the turkey
Uncle Luther made the stuffin'
Artie from the army's comin' home tonight
Crazy cousin Eddie stringin' up
on drums, Onree Gill on M.D
For Anaysha, Sara, Jermaine, and Denise on backgrounds
Steve on the bass, oh
Artie on the guitar (yeah)
Jeff's on the horns
always be mine, mine
Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
I thought you'd always be mine, mine
Artie!
When I
the boards
I got my family out here and shit
My nigga Burns, L Murda, J.R. Lil' Amber
Nothin' but love. My brother Denzel D. what up nigga?
My nigga Artie
on drums, Onree Gill on M.D
For Anaysha, Sara, Jermaine, and Denise on backgrounds
Steve on the bass, oh
Artie on the guitar (yeah)
Jeff's on the horns
Yes, it's so crazy right now
Most incredibly, it's ya boy Artie
It's ya girl Mercedes
you ready, hey
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh
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