Jimmy, would you please put on that one beat? Damn Jimmy, this some serious gourmet shit!
Huh, when the world end Imma be with you It doesn't matter if you hot or if you cool, nah Niggas want you dead it's all connected, I'm a fool Ugh bitch you made of water you related to the pool That I'm swimming in And getting tan Imma Grin when I'm in the pan And grilling damn my Skin like some cinnamon Does that offend you? Friends is some winners man And I'm the man too "Can I be a spider too?" I don't know can you? This is just my clan We gon' run it until we can't dude Then the world it end Be forgotten that's all you can do Plan to, run up them bands And buy some canned food
What you doing wit' yo' time? Ain't doing shit you could you asking how to spit a rhyme Get off yo' ass there ain't a class I bet you wish you find A million dollars on the street I bet the picture prime Inside yo' head I go to bed and stress at shit online Ain't read the book my Momma gave me And I owe it to that lady Kill this shit and fix my mind Imma crack the cover Keep a grip up on the spine I ain't read a book in like a year, maybe it's fine
When the world end Imma be with you When the world end least I read it throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
