Lyrics:
J this shit too crazy thank you Jaylen
I appreciate you man
But right now I'm hungry i need a-
Mac sauce on the double cheese
One time for fat
throwing softballs
Cause the heaters floatin' by 'em
I'm in a league with Nolan Ryan
To compete there's no one tryin'
Ain't no people cold as I am
Saying
bras then mash up the nanni (Uh)
Vicious 44 (Grrah) , locked in the house (Da)
Bare fat corn make your brain fall out (yeah)
Still GAS try come round
out by me a man so honourable
I declare war on the wack it’s more than a fact pack a sword in my back packkk
I wouldn’t deplore you to clap back I’d
Smokin' and writin' by myself, these my therapy sessions
No cap, but I don't need to charge. I do my best to live large
I'ma show you how to work it, you
a demand
Yeah I'll be doing this music thing for a long, long time until
I can't physically stand
I gotta hand it to me: I've been wise beyond my years for
you're startin' to look fat
I'm plottin' and I look like a maniac
Ain't no chorus in this bitch, just some little claps
Music is as simple as some little
before its time
We've got AM and Skengdo, HB Freestyles, Joey Clipstar
I don't even wanna say too much, I'm just gonna let the music do the talking
So
This divine now, this is my sound
Guaranteed to leave you all tied
Restrained by the Butcher Brothers
Your final moments you 'bout to find out
Make
know!
Never catch me walking around! Oh! Ah he
I got a nice girl and her ass is fat
Hey, girl sip on my whip!
We're not in a pool but she is so wet!
كان
White tee, blue jeans with a bitch in the breeze
Ass to fat, she's wearing capris god damn
Broke boys trying to down me
I'm too busy with a girl in
Luther nigga, play', I'm gon' shoot a nigga
Pussy fat sit up in her pants like a cougar in Them
Gotta win by any means, nigga, ain't no loser in Him
He
of its nostalgic I was on my 8 mile shit.
I was young I was confused but the music would over power it.
That was back in 03, I swear the Aftermath was
more girls than James Brown,
and I fucked them all
on the "Maschendrohtzaun".
But now the time has gone by
and something happened to me.
I'm only half
THE CARNIVAL SONG
by David Williams 1982
In the big field the colored lights hung from a pole and we'd work for the rides, free games and fools
When we was on pedal bikes shooting at them
I never knew nuttin' bout music or pens
Or writing a rap
Thought I'd spend my life in the trap
Now my
of the mouth of a preacher son
Born in the land that's run by the gun
A whole lotta worries but the music ain't one
We gotta hold it together now
Hold it
to Labroke Grove
Manchester link up round the globe
BOOM
Bad Spragga Benz this from Kingston town
inna di music biz mi come fi kill some clowns
come fi chop
must we be formal?
I'm perfectly normal!
Lots of things I like Flowers in Spring,
Gardens by moonlight, birdies that sing!
I like mountains, lakes
like to be with you
You should try to go to some place, honey,
where the weather is hot, and the music is funny
you should try down south, by the magic
ain't have nothing but music and family and friends, all the people who actually need you
Do you really gotta check your phone every fucking two minutes?
We break the scene, it's a night of sheer ecstasy
Nobody's around, just you and me
The music is smooth and we don't have tension
Then we cuddle up
the fat stacks
And can't find your way back
Bottom line is music is my number one
And nothing made of paper can cut through my vapor
Vibrations stabilize my
last night still left in the tray
Some stick of boom music cause I found a fat L
Nine times out of ten I used to start this way
Then I study jewels
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