Lyrics:
yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
Brad's off twisting a win
And I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights
Forty fucking fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't
snort, some guys who slide a line inside a Newport
Push a fly two door like Too $hort
I'm just a artist with a tech, hard as a beget
Carve a nigga head
You
him I'm puttin' in work
Shout to them real killa's that's puttin' in that twerk
Whoo da kidd a real nigga
Shout out to my set
Shout out to my
AlienKidd
Danny
This is so fucking funny
Ay where's AlienKidd right now?
On Mars!
Alex Kidd
Versión instrumental del Videojuego ""Alex Kidd in miracle World"" de 1985 (SEGA)
See my thoughts - and see my scars - see my clothes - I dress to kill
See my blood - and see my gun.
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious"
I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for
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,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
picked it up an' said hello, this foot came through the line
Well about this time I was fed up at trying to make a stab
At bringing back any help for
picked it up an' said hello, this foot came through the line
Well about this time I was fed up at trying to make a stab
At bringing back any help for
givin' them more reasons (more-more reasons)
Hit up Lil Wayne, while I'm in the Four Seasons (the Four Seasons)
Tell Gudda, Mack, and Kidd Kidd I'm here
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold, sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in
Ain't no reason , you should be talkin', you a fed dog
Walking how you talkin', you ain't talk it', you a scam artist walkin
Walkin', how you
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