Lyrics:
write this shit down (it don't matter)
'Cause 10 years from now, we on top
And we ain't never gon' stop
All money in (watch)
This album marks
biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
When I
straps on me, Glock, Urkel (bah, bah)
Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)
Bitch, this the P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (bitch
of a twenty-year old slut, showin' her butt
Has the butterfly emoji, with the caption just for fun all up in her bio
Bitch, I couldn't believe
You ain't wearin'
shits and giggles bitch lick my dick quick quickly licky get the COOL W HIP put it on the tip of my dicky get yo bitch to clean this mess and it gets all
shits and giggles bitch lick my dick quick quickly licky get the COOL W HIP put it on the tip of my dicky get yo bitch to clean this mess and it gets all
and sour niggaz wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram
I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy
The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan
need a methadone to get a break
I’m so busy chasing my dreams
I have to put out 40 Albums just to show my inner thoughts that I’ve kept inside me
You
ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but not like this
Westside up in this bitch
A T-L-A-N T-A, I can do this all day
to second guess it
Need some rest, so I slept in
One day of the year, it's mine to celebrate
Lived through a couple years, fourteen by today
All about
friends, cause just to get some ends they ten to spit names
24/7-365, nobody at my side
They might hit me up, before they help me hide
So I roll by
times and I'll still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a year
I say "Bitch get naked" so pimpishly
Spit rhymes through decades and centuries
this bitch, nobody tries to come hit
Got figures (got figures), my niggas (my niggas)
Look at us, we over here on album three, my nigga
Remember
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
heinous, in a year and a half, I'mma lay brainless
Deceased by the day I'm way famous, I'mma spread positivity, I'm a straight savior
Time travel in the past
Days ahead, brand new year
Yeah!
Days ahead, brand new year
Time to put this bitch in gear
Manifest and levitate
Take off and accelerate
Days ahead,
7-45's, that was cool last year
But I'm V-12 in a 7-60, Kenyon passing me beer
I step in the club cameras flashing, girls want to take my pic
Which girls
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
Over down on the driveway
Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade
Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By
bullied by the boys 2014 was the year shit (what? what? what?)
Used to be zero now the only one left (huh? huh? huh?)
Searching for the hero bitch I never
the remaining band members
Including Hayley we want to thank you guys
For all of your love
And support over the past 7 years it’s been
An honor creating
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your
You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album
That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand
The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic
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
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