Lyrics:
Marshall, sounds like an SOS
Holy wack unlyrical lyrics, Andre, you're fucking right
To the Rapmobile, let's go
(Marshall, Marshall)
Bitches
you serve some times you never did a bid
Then you're doubting out cha ass saying I don't right my lyrics
You just want me to write some weaker shit so
a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you, so I'm tryin' to find her
One moment she'll love you then
Marshall, sounds like an SOS
Holy wack unlyrical lyrics, Andre, you're fucking right
To the Rapmobile, let's go
(Marshall, Marshall)
Bitches
the facts
Change up the rhymin with different timin
You do what I say but my name isn't Simon
Osama Bin Laden got nothin on me
When it comes to the bombs I
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how
I hold my gun i got 99 problems
But a punk ain't one – hit me!
99 problems,
doin'?
Throw some spit on the tip of the spliff prevent the canoeing
Culture VI introducin' I'll take care of the lyrics you handle the producin'
Let's be
of these 808's, drum kicks and snares
Top that with the lyrics, you got my career
Everything else is pushed upstairs and I just don't care 'cause
Yeah
I'm
the crowd's enjoyment
When I'm with this you can't toy with
The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer
Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser
The man
you can't toy with
The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer
Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser
The man so smooth and world so rough
Eric is
you serve some times you never did a bid
Then you're doubting out cha ass saying I don't right my lyrics
You just want me to write some weaker shit so
what happened
Turn my lyrics into action
You can't even imagine
Now I see the venue packed in
We really came from nothing
You'd think that it was magic
on, keep on pushing
Look
What's your motive?
What's your motive in making these lyrics?
Are you trying to touch the people as soon as they hear it?
See
enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in
to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my
put a di- in your rear end
That's why every time you mentioned a lyric
I thanked you for it, for drawing more attention toward it
'Cause it gave me
put a dick in your rear end
That's why every time you mentioned a lyric
I thanked you for it, for drawing more attention toward it
'Cause it gave me
ain't got nothin to prove, I'm makin plays in the game
Nuh uh
I know I got the ticket
Everybody, they love me, they tryna see my vision
I been flipping
it
You know me and my whole squad we so committed
We got the kids coolin' out on the sofa wit it
We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it
We
a dummy
Might get her Popeyes it Could even be some Wendy's But you gettin nothin else From me
Any nigga say they past me It's a lie or maybe the nigga Got
the down button, turn the lights low
Wonder what my folks are doin' back home
In another place, another time zone
"Lonely" is the lyric that you leavin' me
was sad
If you listen to the lyrics then you know
For like months I wasn't in the zone
For like months I wanted to be gone
Too many people I don't even
the obvious that oblivious to me
Be these fake niggas in the industry
Man, I don't give a fuck about your keys of coke
Glocks that you claim you tote, lyrics
nothin’ better to do
Than fuckin’ motherfuckers up, it’s Covid 22
Yeah life is ducky an’ unlike me, you unlucky
Rubber ducky up yo ass, yo wifey’s ugly
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