Lyrics:
the Demon with my drake on the lap
I'm gripping on her thigh fat
So many rings on my hands got me feeling like Tom Brady
Except that I never move shady
This
Want to be heard when I rap so I yell it
Sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than fuckin
havin jobs and ones who kill n rob
She said if it ain't a key well do it gotta lock
Flexin like you caught a body niggas cheddar Bob
Pockets Mac n cheese
freely, make money easy
But I still got bros out grafting, 3 fat digits weekly
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places,
"I, uh, I know a guy"
Started by a friend
"Let me try! Gee"
Marty's story is like many of the others'
Big stakes - worth taking a few chances for
Birds
feela tlhase e bright-e...
Next thing u nale Jah by your side-e...
Ke likhathatso hofeta 'msali oa fada Tom...
Ha ke qapa song ea Ngaka ea Sesotho ne ke
I'm outta touch
I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now
niggas
Talkin' numbers, now the hustlers be jumpin' like "Cowabunga" (trap)
Hit you niggas with fat shit, treinta y un
Was never twenty eight
making them strong
Never get a break, I'm up real late
All year long till Christmas Day
Forced by the Fat Man, chugging a beer can
Ask for a rest, he goes
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
I gotta close the window before I record
'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
the yodel of life
Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb
I lost my job when I got fired
by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch,
he smelled like
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
a charlatan
They dread me
Like Bob Marley barber did
I like to get brain
Like a Harvard kid (ay)
How many fucks you think I give?
Multiply dat shit by zero
I’m
gonna hit
Like a fuckin' bongo
We'll stay on the moon like
I'm fuckin' Bob Hope
All those makin' cash like my money combo
Make the green fast like
sticky villians into slipping
Like its home alone
Perfect girl by my side
Cant believe i almost missed her
Social butterfly
No more caterpillar
Iller, than
its not Christmas
I feel like Santa
Slide on shit like sled
Dead people in my pocket
They say Nato crazy
I hop right up on the beat
Catch a flow like
or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley your scheming don't affect me
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm
every wall got a Van Gogh
Whipped the work, so incredible
Fiend got the pack bit it open like it's edible, Lord
Sb skater on a hater
Phantom
sleve
Perhaps you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want
views
Bet your Snapchat lit like lighters dropped
Off in the swimmin' pool
Your best delivery on a song had
To be written' about me
You copped the first
on Chandelier
Man, I just feel stoned like i'm fuckin Bob Marley
Fuck you, I hate you, you lied by looking me straight in my eyes
And when you flexin', it seems
Dressed in red looking like santa
Now your shooting porno-rama
What the fuck you doing in your 6'5 foot fagget
You want some of this
Come step you'll
I'm rough, I kicks the stuff
That make you wanna take a fat puff
Of the chronic, I'm hooked on phonics
I'm hooked on beats, I'm hooked
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