Lyrics:
Aw man!
Put that ol' dumb horn down
Hey, Jazzy
Jazzy
Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like
He-he-ha!
( *drums and horns set
simpin
That one bitch nigga
Almost made me kill him
I was trippin
I Started smokin weed
To take away my problems
I Ain't ventin
Oh you pourin lean
But if
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man
the towel sign off just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
It's
bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
Hi, I'm Jeff Foxworthy and I have got
A wonderful woman that I am totally committed to
Always figured if something was worth doing it was worth doing
off, there'll be none of that
See who's the one to flip it? Quick to tell a nigga to zip it
Stud drink the 40 cause we ain't got time to sip it
Grand
execution.....
A Psychopathic execution...
It's just a hatchet execution....
A Psychopathic execution...
Man, fuck that, that ain't the end of this shit. I been
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
want it
Show no emotion
My heart is so cold you can pour it
Up up and way, up up and away, up up and away
Yea we pour it by the case, and I’m bout to go
As we take a left turn onto roads that’s dirt
We see a raccoon scurry
And the crows disperse
And up here on the left, my ex-Barber
Jeff shot his wife
Word up Rector!
I wasn't gonna say it again?
Word up, man it's all good!
You don't gotta let us in your little shit!
You got that?
Keep that
Choose Your Character
Make way for the four-man rap
I got Jeff, Alltime, and Night by my back
Gonna make nerdcore history
Flames of lyrics burning
flow that I give them I live by the code and I'll leave her
I'm bigger than the code I'm game genie
Shit is easy these lil bitches need me
And I don't
strangle this kid
That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, court
to my momma
I was posted up at the trap cause that's where I was vibin'
By the time I was 17 I was in the streets robbin'
I grew up in the trenches nigga
Saying that you need me but you didn't really mean it
Call me when you're high
And when you're feeling low
Got the world up in your hands
But you don't
to get on stage
And once I got a club gig I lied about my age
Just a couple blocks away was the Hollis crew
Run and them used to rock at one ninety two
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
copies like a shadow clone
Got the forbidden scrolls, so now you can't scroll by me
Flippin' through the timeline, you can't stop
I heartin me, into
tried to jam me for that blick but I got off
Thirty for my lawyer but that thirty wasn't a lost
Vvs gone shine I keep that guala on my mind
Uh, stars
On the stand got your man in a jam, again
Got my hands in cuff
I'm like god damn enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok
My hairpin pierce skin,
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