Lyrics:
saw this man stick out his neck
With his binoculars intact
He couldn't tell the right side of his brain
Just lost all interest in his left
And you
Of all the treasure in our chest
We love the golden god of war the best
Look, look at that little clown
Here, look through the binoculars
that I popular with the poppers.
Haters be watching us with binoculars.
I could just, hear em all crying, when they see how I rhyme. I'm at my prime,
popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me
How can you
snakes, different angles
And we clock them little pussies
Binoculars, gotta watch them little pussies
And be the last drop off
For them little puss-
You
City and desert coexist
Depending on the things you're wearing
Wildlife binoculars
Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you want me
They
City and desert coexist
Depending on the things you're wearing
Wildlife binoculars
Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you want me
They teach you
a word you say
Those must be some pair of binoculars
That you see every move I make
So I'll never be a liar
But you'll always be two-faced
You'll
on the block and it's
Coppers that got binoculars cause I can feel them watchin us
(Feel em watchin us) If only they knew what we had a pocket of
They
Shottas
Spot you like binoculars, pull up fresher than Binaca
I'm the fronto smoker, black version of Alejandro Sosa
Shoot up your party before it
As the clock ticks
He plays the low NY sticks (hey)
Pause, deep cover, binocular optics (oh)
Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick
Zoomed out
Glocks on S, bitch, we on opp alert
Same niggas hatin' out there watchin' with binoculars
Legends never die, you the reason I stopped poppin' Percs
watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars
Smash and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you over dinner
Focus in eyes open there's not laughing when we
popper
Got a hangover like too much vodka
Can't see me with ten binoculars
So cool
No doubt by the end of the night
Got her clothes coming off
Then I
my eyes, I'm your binocular
And every time you get a shock you'll learn
What's it like to be in my dimension
I'll be the center of your attention
Come
authority
Just give me a salad spinner
And a click-track to my ear
Non-stick coated looping shears
A hand-forged kitchen knife
Powerful binoculars
binoculars
Paparazzi think's I'm popular
Luca Brasi get's on top of her
Make her holla like an opera
All these lights in the house
All the candles in
some binoculars (blind)
We been through so many obstacles (obstacles)
If it ain't 'bout money, can't talk to you (talk to you)
I had no choice to get
do the right thing
Or get hit with the night beam
Any disrespecting with my weapon
Imma slang a few
Binocular precision with the Smith n
When I aim
autobiography
Living through a prophecy jailhouse monopoly
Binoculars victorious torious is legendary
Your presence so bow when you see us
Mafia dons thick babes
knees."
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks
you say
Those must be some pair of binoculars
That you see every move I make
So I'll never be a liar
But you'll always be two-faced
You'll get what's
You're on the phone, you're all alone
I look at you, I look at you
Cry
Binoculars on my eyes
How come no one's over?
You're on the phone,
You're on the phone, you're all alone
I look at you, I look at you
Cry
Binoculars on my eyes
How come no one's over?
You're on the phone,
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