Lyrics:
Nigga on the other note
Boy you know you been a hoe
Draco make you sing a note
They found his body by a boat
Bitch my whole team Strapped you better not
Six o'clock silence of the new day beginning
Is heard in a small Texas town
Like a signal from nowhere, people who live there
Are up and moving
adore her, there might be something wrong with you.
On Mondays bright and early,
Betty's back to Billy, working hard on behalf of our town,
Upholding
seen him at the hardware store.
I think his name is Billy, but I'm not sure."
And as they talked a little while he passed by
She smiled at him he
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
the bеst girl that I ever did see
The great Larry Byrd, jersey 33
When you take a sip you buzz like a hornet
Billy Shakespeare wrote
A whole bunch of sonnets
get the snakes
He talking 1 to 3
So hold up
Got to wait
Make the whole family wait
For what for the weight
Wait
Bitch wait
Bitch wait
I'm in
Not a string from a strum leave ya whole team done
What it is let a nicca know sumn
Billy chilly off the pills got his whole soul numb
Now the damage
Steaktown
We drink codeine
Like we in H-Town
I could die drinking this codeine, I don't give a fuck
Get rich, split it with my whole team, I don't give
slow down when in my town
Word like Uber, yeah I get around
Wanna do something, do it right now
Aye
Whole-lotta vibes, whole-lotta, uh
Whole-lotta red,
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Paul
Now how the hell you little nigglets
Try and test me
Knowing the whole time you grew up on the green
Y'all trying to be Paul
But I ain't tryin'
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah!!!!, Da Mafia 6ix, 8-Ball & MJG, Yeah! M-Town Shit, DJ Paul up in dis muthafucka!
TWhy up in dis muthafucka!
J-Green up in dis
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Whole town full of CC Sabathias
You think niggas gettin' fat pitchin' crack?
Not really
This is not the eighties, don't be silly
Now we push pills
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
wanting to talk on life of mental slave (mental slave)
Sometimes you just don't know what people gonna say (gonna say)
I'm saying, "Nobody is perfect, by
from big Rob for my Yardie auntie
I ain’t paid a penny and they cannot start
We got a whole lot ah Paul’s, best one in my camp
Big Boss Steve, my Paul’s
I was walking barefoot on St. Paul's bridge
When I saw a man talking to God
He was round and handsome
Anachronistically
A little odd
I overheard
for our fucking lives (Damn)
And bridge by bridge you burned them all down, alert the whole town
The serpents resurfaced, cursed to be bound to my
Got em out here and they talking like “please”
Know what that means
No tyler herro we can re-enact things
Beats by P make me feel at ease
But when I hop
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