Lyrics:
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
if you only knew
All the things that flow through my mind
But it's just a sweet, sweet
You gon' have to come and see this
Pretty like new-new,
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
I was born as coal but turned diamond from the pressure
Got my killy Trinny throughout any kind of weather
My lyrics come like lectures, you can call
Run up on me you gеt stretched n
Screaming Durkside in ya Jets n
Hop out, then we stretch ns gang Gang Gang
Movie, Viral, Ya mans died by the pokey
at least got a pokey
You said that you bout it lil nigga come show me
Said all of these opp niggas is really below me
If you owe me bread bitch pay with you
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
Your man's got shot
And Smelly Went Out By The Pokey
Like Nigga I Do This Shit Doley
Pop Another Yerky
Pouring up the Wock
Everything shot
Spinning
now they see that I'm the ticket
Might as well come and get with it
I'm on a wave
Big wave
Big wave
Big wave
Big wave
Big wave
Big wave
Big wave
Big
come slay in it
I need my nigga packing more than a Nine
He gotta beat this pussy up at the Drip of a dime
Make me do the hokey pokey put ya Leg in it
n****z stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man
N**** just waitin' for the champagne
And 'cause that's me
(What ya gonna do
Big shiny jet plane in the sky
Please drop us off as we go by
We're an American band
And everything is rockin' out of control
When we hit
I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big
there for a while
We go'n discuss this yard work next time they come down
I got monsters in my attic
Mon-sters
I got monsters in my attic
Mon-sters
I got
a good game he got some good brain
But most importantly he got some big change
I'm talking 20s 50s 100s no doubt
Hokey pokey man this what I'm about
Left
ion really move cautious
But I keep a rocket n a pokey in my mf pocket
Lock in da sock if you really wanna talk shit
Ion like to pop shit but I
Flawless Victory
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be
And cross all my T's
And by the way my GPS
You out here way to lost in these streets
I needed 2 of everything
Like I was spellin' out Tennessee
I wrote this
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
a hit-back
Call me Big Chant for a reason, red flag on me, I'm bleedin'
Real rude, cut him off, no reason, when I'm through fuckin' his face
I feel like
can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back
and live forever,
(Die dope and live forever)
Verse 2:
Mama told me to dream big,
Small and Pokey my kinda weight,
Murder and beat the case,
TBH,
I done
Like Lois she nosy
She shaking her body
She do Hokey Pokey
Catch me outside like I'm Danielle Bregoli
Like Stewie I need all the money you owe me
My aunt
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