Lyrics:
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
pull up to his mansion alone
And don't come in with all that gun play
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
You ain't gotta ride with me, dick ride another rapper
Before and after, bitches lickin', walkin' backwards
You just sucked Gucci's dick, bitch you's
Steppin' out in Saint Laurent, th-then go drip Givenchy (out that Saint Laurent)
M.O.E. For life, I put that money over everything
Real bitches stand up,
Who designed the snowflake
Who made the planet spin
Who came up with new born babies skin
Who created seasons
The cycle of rebirth
Who
money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with a friend, eeny, meeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit,
that bud bring in them bags, these bitches bugs these bitches gnats
I need moe packs, I need moe racks
I need moe fiends, I need moe cash
Drive in that
shelved
The cocky, lobbyist for nobody
Book so many bitches should of been a Cum Laude
Fuck the camaraderie with B rate artists
I'm ballin', you niggas
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka
I'm a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet
And you
young and dumb with single nigga privileges
I had a chick, her name was Loraine, did anything for me
On the day she get her hair done, walk in the rain
9 time out of 10 I'm probably fucking with some hoes
At the strip club playing "eeny meeny miny moe"
Walk in side the booty club, I'm picking any
I started bitches seeing cream from all these fiends
With large addictions partner listen
I been doin' this shit for years endin' careers
I started bitches seeing cream from all these fiends
With large addictions partner listen
I been doin' this shit for years endin' careers
as the tires
My system soundin' good, but I need the volume higher (up)
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb
Rollin' Rolls-Royces, so the jealous
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
like flowers (uh-huh)
I cruise these beats like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer (beep beep)
Some of y'all MC's mad I got the power (uh-huh)
I hit you with
barrel! (My barrel)
All you artists walkin' 'round with yo' wack raps (wack raps!)
And gettin' fucked by the game Kat Stacks! (Kat Stacks!)
And any nigga
better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give it back
, and caressing bitches
And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels
What I'm dealing with is all devils, fucking with snakes
Running wit niggas you call rebels
listen
Mob mob mob mob
Money over these bitches
Moe moe moe moe
Money over every motherfuckin thing
Mob mob mob mob
Money over these bitches
Moe moe moe
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