Lyrics:
Colonel Sanders, easy answers, civil war
The whole world at your fingertips, the ocean at your door
The live-action Lion King, the Pepsi Halftime Show
I know)
It's fight time, baby, it's the right time
Crazy, you would flatline if you knew the truth
And now it's halftime, murdering the track,
Half-time, whole thang
I'm in my bag, okay
I been havin' my way
Have you stretched out, broad day (grrah)
Need me a billi' like Warren Buffett (Warren
of my home team
And I'm Proud To Be An Arab
Old times...and new
The half-time scores make a rusty rising
The crowd are glad of the news
Warmed by
Now they pingin' up my hotline
But we ain't stoppin', we don't halftime
The money money dem want mine
Blowin' money on the weekend like often yeah I
platinum album out my trapspot
Fuck a trap house i got a trap block
Say he got four racks for a halftime
That's trap talk
A hundred rounds where I lay my
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played
the peasants
Too clever by half, halftime down twenty
I'm not that good at math, but common sense, I got plenty
(It's fuckin' over)
In person, these
out
All I ever do hang around
Shake it out
Yeah, keep it coming and don't stop
I'm just a boy and
I'll take it as it comes living in halftime
Make
on "SEAL Team", Lord, don't they look the best?
When we trot them out at halftime or the seventh inning stretch
They stand up in their uniforms and help us
talkers with half-time jewels
You know that ain't the way Sheila E. works
I met a little pretty with yellow hair
Wanted my body and my car too
I gave
the Knicks and at halftime I watch Rod Strick's
Get bizzynizm, I feel lucky to shoot the gizm
In her triangular prism, and that's the realism
(Where does
at half-time
Re-enact rhymes from my past life for a flashlight
Man, you don't know the half
Dash right to the phonograph
Throw your Bawlderdash
Coordinates
a gunslinger
The half-time show's kinda ill
Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill (ahhhh...)
Another nigga down and out
A crackhead with no name yo
It's just
into the house to grab some drinks, it was half-time
Shaking my head, we went straight to the bed
Then started making so much noise, it's like we
and umbrellas
Exhale, that was halftime
(THIS IS) The word worth of thousand pictures
You gotta mock us in tryna
Get a thousand bitches
That's how we drop it,
callin' my phone, said he need him a wakeup
Halftime, we got the block on So'
Told my nigga to handle the wax, if the opps come back
Then we gotta go get
don't hesitate to cash out
Paint John Stephenson, the black and blue Jag out
Pockets on half-time, I'm always bringing bands out
I'm on Hypnotic,
and swimming in my wine
You're in the orange juice that I spill at halftime
I'm keeping up to date and you stay misinformed
Just like the cameraman, you're
Four on the floor with a halftime break
Eight bars then a turnaround
Hit the high hat like a low hat
Open up a wall of sound
Heavy gauge
of style, I'll be the last to know
And if Illuminati listenin', I don't wanna plateau
Who I have to blow to play the halftime show, huh?
Fall from
Halftime superstar, fourth quarter legendary
They say that I was droppin' all mixtapes allegedly
Late night whippin' it
We're magnificent
Music bumpin' loud
I'm still frustrated from last night
Things happened in half-time, I'm sick of the bends
My panic research was no help
I sink into myself
Afraid
forget the nigga name of the last time
I'm a have you in my bed beggin' me for halftime
And after that we smoke-smoke and have some red wine
I can see
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