Lyrics:
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
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
(Kill, kill, kill)
Da-dum, da-dum, dum
Da-dum, da-dum, da-da-da-da-da
(Kill, kill, kill)
Da-dum, da-dum, dum
Da-dum, da-dum, dum
(Kill, kill,
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
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
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
dumb shit
I swear I tried, I tried, no lie
Seems like I fail, I fail, every time
I'm sloppy with the cheating
Always catch me creeping
Don't ask
dumb shit
I swear I tried, I tried, no lie
Seems like I fail, I fail, every time
I'm sloppy with the cheating
Always catch me creeping
Don't ask
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
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
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
past on the gas with the bitches at me
I'm good (it's good), it's good like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty
Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded
Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest
Girl there's other precautions, get
, 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
, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough
I'm on my own
Get high with me, we'll levitate
Get high with
gonna take you to heaven tonight
Dum da da dum da dum da dum
Dum da da dum da dum da dum
Yeah, fresher than a bitch with
The ratchet on me
Just case it
all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling,
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
past on the gas with the bitches at me
I'm good (it's good), it's good like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty
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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
mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
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