Lyrics:
Sex, love, drugs, rock and roll
Sex, love, drugs, rock and roll
The hero is I
You are me
And he is we
We the same
Want it all
Need everything
Two seater, two seater, two seater (skrrt)
I got an iPhone and beeper (brrt)
Look at your ho, she a cheater (look at her)
And you still want to keep
on your tattoos
Take them rubbers, girl we need a round 2
I'm a Gemini, so you know I do it right
By the end of the night, drink your waters like juice
When
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early with my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furley, fucking Lavern and Shirley
A lot of rappers are
With some white cola
Girl you see my money whippin
But I know you want sum sniffing
Want sum white cola
Want sum white cola
White Coke Cola, White Coke
the test; without passing away
I wanna pass your test
(SAY THEIR NAMES Breonna Taylor
Tamir Rice)
Melissa Williams
John Crawford
Sandra Bland
Michael Brown
leftovers)
Plugged in with the green grower, lawn mower
I'm a Michael Fox, George Jetson, Elroyer (let's go)
I'm a space cadet, an astronaut, a Rockstar
I
like Chuck Close
I'm old school like Aztecs but new in other aspects
If you want sex with me be prepared for bad sex and slapstick
Even Chapstick won't
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
your juicy balls
Slapping on her clitorus
I can clearly see the shit
I'm standing here across the room
In the corner, by the broom
I think that I'm about
Board your doors here comes hurricane George
I know we've had a lot of cold winds blowing
Poles are melting from the global warming
This forecast is
ahead like five steps as I climb why
Try to defy time you refuse to watch me no Timex
I say fuck this like I define sex
No R Kelly but I'm pissed
Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
And I'm with my dogs like I'm Michael Vick
Watching that,
for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?
Chorus: cool Keith
Make up your
beautiful girl
The mornings not over
Horizons forever
Don't you go
What a fuckin' sad way to move out of your home
Ain't no family close by ain't no one
the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya,
the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya,
please leave your message after the tone
(Dial tone)
Ay Jayden, can I join you? (Yuh)
It'll be easy, just 1 + 2 (Quick math)
This song is trash, and I
fell in love
Wow
Get the fuck off me
But I don't want to feel the pain
When you start to walk away
Existential crisis served in slices concealed by vices
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's
dick cupped in hand
Screamin', "Fuck safe sex," throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned
used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hair piece?
I
and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got
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