Lyrics:
mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
'Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
This is Egypt,
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
since I seen shit)
Did it by myself it's been a minute since I needed shit
They won't catch me lacking
If they pull up leave em' bleeding shit
Chorus
C2
It's been so long, I might not know what to say
FMA gave me this beat 'n' said get back on your feet 'n' kill it
But I'ma skin it first
Fit
Cause whores gettin highly and
Stoned like Medusa
Yeah, a new Hibushi? eatin all sushi
And then I tear the mall down
For new Prada and Gucci
My album's
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
humming to adele
(Her new album was so sad)
Look, I got two phones
No le gusto
They tryna step like we cool though
Call me bruno, Number uno
Skating past
from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who
Intro
What’s going on?
We were chilling!
Verse 1
What’s going on
I was yawning
A couple minutes ago
After a
Couple of pills of viagra
Jerked off
Krizz Kaliko]
Pleeeease don't bring that Psycho shit to Meeeeee
["Psycho Bitch": II]
I love you now, don't you love me?
[Tech N9ne:]
Don't evea
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
wait a minute buddy who the fuck is you
They done fucked around and let my 'rillas out the zoo
When I'm in the city I might blow a stack or two
Pockets
I don't like to move too slow
I don't like to move backwards
Shit be feeling tragic
Rly hate to sit in traffic
U can Call it psychopathic
Keep it
it on my own, now I'm stunning, stunning
Twenty three, balling like Jordan, Jordan
Yeah
I'm on point
Like I'm guarding Dame
My bro a two guard
N
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
one million of your fake fanatics behind me
I keep it grimy; chase me you will never find me
I take you out for two or three minutes you can time me
(Jesus)
Love and hate is a thin line, get two for the tenth time (Lord)
Dyin' on the eleventh, my n-
I'm just down here stuntin' on the seventh, my n
is a classic album, I'm forever on rewind
What is love?
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But what's love got to do with
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
workout, only two minute songs
Same size as your career with a TV show
Bitch shit talkin' me, sayin' I need God
It's dog
I'm flyer than a plane with fifty
of its own accord
But in two thousand whatever there's definitely no remorse
And if you can't be trusted with hate then go cold turkey
The alcohol of my
of being white (what?)
You can't say the n word without startin' a fight (what's up my nigga?)
Couldn't dance to a beat, I'd have two left feet
Even if I
the Room
I take me just one
No, I take me just two
When I Walk In the Room
No evidence but they love to assume
They see me on my grind
They feel like they do
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