Lyrics:
what we do by the lords
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight
Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole
illustrates my era
Now I can't hang around my mama 'cause I scare her
I'm want to blast motherfuckers (yeah, what's up?)
It feels like I'm bustin' a nut when
flippin less yo name is Felix Mitchell listen
little boys an girls my mama could barely pay the fuckin rentin
my daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
And hey!
And I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne
Hey, hey,
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne
Hey, hey,
and they hate to see it
Walk in my shoes, see some dark places
My life's crazy and not normal
She wanna hit me up, but I'm tryna stay loyal
Inspired by
illustrates my era
Now I can't hang around my mama 'cause I scare her
I'm want to blast motherfuckers (yeah, what's up?)
It feels like I'm bustin' a nut when
, mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless sleep, call my name out low
And oh,
Mama mama mama mama mamacita
Yes I’d love to fuck ya
When I’m finished finna leave ya
Mama mama mama mama mamacita
Actin like a diva make me never
a thot, nigga
You fucking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
Uhhh, I got riggidy-riggidy racks and them diggidy-dam
The piggidy-piggidy face of a riggidy
of cars and buses merge
All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst
Like little bombs
Or little pom-poms
Shaken by a careless hand
That drives them off
a youngin,
my life has been surrounded by drama.
Being bad as a ghetto child,
Living off top ramen It was crucial,
Mama said there be better days,
After
ever try me, yeah
You can try my powder tho, like tryna get by
Yeah
Do this shit for mama, I do this shit for mama
I'm doing this shit for mama, doing
Ay
Ay
Bitch
Run up them digits I did so perfect
Run up them digits I did it on purpose
Got some new money i copped a new fit
All this gwalla can’t
that
I'll even put it in a song for you
Okay, let's go
We both got a job that we came to do
Do mushrooms? Come on, the mushrooms soup
You're back here
God!"
And them do bad bad bad bad bad bad things
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
(Amen, Amen, Amen!)
By the grace of Almighty Lord
(Amen, Amen, Amen!)
I
fuck you
Stomp'n ya down I've taken the mushroom
Inhale the smoke exhale then engulf you
Sit down chas'n my dreams like duck goose
Stuck in the midst
Cancun
20 bitches runnin' 'round nude
I fuck her bottom we fuckin' them by the two
I got water drippin' out my jewels
If it ain't Actavis nigga it
Wanna hear some funky Dixieland pretty mama come on take me by the hand
Hey, did you hear, about the one that got away
They say, he looked left
go like this
Say fuck them hatin' hoes
(Fuck them hatin' hoes)
Fuck them hatin' hoes (Fuck them hatin' hoes)
Say fuck them hatin' niggas
(Fuck them
Mushroom bullets hit your body, and they spread
Then your ass dead, no need for a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his mama, "Get him some nice threads"
the center ring, the clowns
Like Henry Munn in a wonderful
Essay on Psilocybin mushrooms
Called "The Mushrooms of Language"
Describes them as self-performing
and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
deadly, when I play a dope melody
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