Lyrics:
was frozen to the ground, it was so cold
Early Halloween morning when they found him
Thirteen jack o' lanterns surround him
Strange things that go on in
(cum?)
On the beats I do go dumb
(?)
And I make her squirt (?) when she grab that water gun
Now fuck that brag rap, man
I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne
say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in
Fuck what you talking about, I ain't hearing none of that
All them niggas stick 'em up for a 60-pack
Chopper on 'em make a nigga do jumping jacks
to Quincy Jones
At John Legend’s wedding
And you do music, you can do anything once
You learn how to produce, you’re a producer
You understand textures
I'm that nigga
Jack Tripper, Jack Jack Tripper
Keep 2 bad bitches you know that I'm that nigga
This one bitch call me her baby boy she like my
it Coolio Jones
Running with no place to go
Stay calm keep it Coolio Jones
Were covered by the unknown drones
But you gotta keep it Coolio Jones
I guess that she forgot
When she and Mr. Jones were at the doctor's, tied the knot
Why can't she just be happy in her own world
And we can all be
“Done!” cried Jack, who ran all the way home to tell his mother how lucky he had been.
“Stupid boy, now we have nothing!” she was very angry.
She threw
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
or Beyoncé
I can't say anything about Ariana Grande
Without making a tear drop
Andrew Huang makes music out of anything
Why not make it out of earshot?
Career
I be cuttin' ya girl while you be goin' to work bruh
When she first called my conscience was like, "Hell naw, Fate don't"
But she said, "I'm only
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
the gutta, heart got stole
By this music ting, ain't got time for gyel
Swing this sword like a Samurai
Tryna make sure that a opp don't have an eye
If you
wit curves and ready to serve
I gotta way wit words that make them be ready like hors d'oeuvres
when my mackin' them birds I poke em' like spers
I stick
plead the 5th
Ain't the same Ima Great Dane when I'm broke I look rich
When I finally got some money I put my trust to my little bitch
She say she wan do
I come from Memphis stuck off in the trenches, im dodging the shakers jumping over fences.
I sin on the daily praying for forgiveness, do dirt by
who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me
when a nigga get wet
Should've never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No,
a crack home
Winter time getting cold, had to go to Bramlea
Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rogers had me get mad at the phone bills, switchin'
A man don't know what him have until him lose it
And when she gone it's like he don't know what lick him
She get a Island lover, fi kiss her up
this year or next
But mine for all life
(that's right that's right)
To accept me when I'm seein
And to understand
Not to make this dim in the rain
Which
fucked up. I should've listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talking yang yang, so I payed her no
fucked up I should've listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talking yang yang, so I payed her no
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