Paranorman
I'm number 1 boy, and you number zero
One! GO!
I'm in love with these deads I talk to these bitches I might be a paranorman
Said don't play on my name I jump off the rope I think that I'm Randy Orton
The coupe, chop the brain I just broke this shit the engine got good performance
Can't fuck with my group we rich as a bitch yo nigga be hating on us
I see money when I sleep hollup
Wake up do it and repeat hollup
Like the 4s undefeat hollup
Her ahh wobble happy feet
Her cocoa butter make me skeet
You can't do it better than me
I'm Seeing colors cause im geeked
I really wonder where I be
Denim jeans with a trucker on nigga dassalight flee to me
Walker Holmes cause I found the bagg with a double g ima beast
Going crazy ion need a pill I be booted up ima supa Freak
Take me home cause I left the earth off the 3.5 for the 50
I be Smoking on peach good aroma
This, pressure came straight from Dakota
I, had to impeach my problems
We, run it up 4 months a summer
Eat my balls and my dick for supper
Pull up, in a PJ Chris Tucker
Fuck a xan I just popped me a upper
Ima savage but my girl know I lover
I be flowin ion really be rappin
I get money cause my music be trappin
You, had you a gun but you lackin
I get super high be relaxing
I just touched the sky I be gassin
5 Minutes til she cum like a Jackson
My drip it don't come from a pacsin
Killed the coochie with some love & sum passion
Raw dick no glove can't acquit
Lunatic pray the lord forgive
Nike dunks I Just land in Brazil
You not hard cause just popped you a pill
In my feelings cause it's okay to feel
Living fast cause I live for the thrill
Put it on yea yo bitch said I'm stiff
Seeing deads like I jumped off a cliff
I'm in love with these deads I talk to these bitches I might be a paranorman
Said dont play on my name I jump off the rope I think that I'm Randy Orton
The coupe, chop the brain I just broke this shit the engine got good performance
Cant fuck with my group we rich as a bitch yo nigga be hating on us
I see money when I sleep hollup
Wake up do it and repeat hollup
Like the 4s undefeat hollup
Her ahh wobble happy feet
Her cocoa butter make me skeet
You can't do it better than me
I'm Seeing colors cause im geeked
I really wonder where I be
Stay out the way, watch for the fakes these niggas be hate
Said she love me okay, Well come hold my drugs if we get rolled today
Everyday a parade when you get you sum dead's I promise it's great
Halle like the my mermaid I get in the booth ion rap I create
Say you ride then go ride
Go text yo bitch put yo pride to side
I'm in first you behind
Get you some racks when that pressure applied
The old me done died
I'm still the same nigga tho no lie
The new me be live
I'm still the same nigga tho no lie
Lets go to a chase
I bet hit 10 times 8
I run through the bank
I got me sum runtz I be stank
I'm the truth you a flake
3/28 I was great
I think you should thank God, that that ho decided to flake
These niggas not gangsta, I can see it all up in they face
Pour it up in a Shasta blue berry, strawberry, or grape
Ballin like ima warrior, but I never needed a Klay
Got a bitch named Gloria, and she gone do whatever I say
In love wit the money, that's my persona
I posted and ran up that bag, this summer
I'm number 1 nigga and yunno I'm stunting
You number 0 boy and you just be bluffin
One! GO!
I'm in love with these deads I talk to these bitches I might be a paranorman
Said don't play on my name I jump off the rope I think that I'm Randy Orton
The coupe, chop the brain I just broke this shit the engine got good performance
Can't fuck with my group we rich as a bitch yo nigga be hating on us
I see money when I sleep hollup
Wake up do it and repeat hollup
Like the 4s undefeat hollup
Her ahh wobble happy feet
Her cocoa butter make me skeet
You can't do it better than me
I'm Seeing colors cause im geeked
I really wonder where I be
Denim jeans with a trucker on nigga dassalight flee to me
Walker Holmes cause I found the bagg with a double g ima beast
Going crazy ion need a pill I be booted up ima supa Freak
Take me home cause I left the earth off the 3.5 for the 50
I be Smoking on peach good aroma
This, pressure came straight from Dakota
I, had to impeach my problems
We, run it up 4 months a summer
Eat my balls and my dick for supper
Pull up, in a PJ Chris Tucker
Fuck a xan I just popped me a upper
Ima savage but my girl know I lover
I be flowin ion really be rappin
I get money cause my music be trappin
You, had you a gun but you lackin
I get super high be relaxing
I just touched the sky I be gassin
5 Minutes til she cum like a Jackson
My drip it don't come from a pacsin
Killed the coochie with some love & sum passion
Raw dick no glove can't acquit
Lunatic pray the lord forgive
Nike dunks I Just land in Brazil
You not hard cause just popped you a pill
In my feelings cause it's okay to feel
Living fast cause I live for the thrill
Put it on yea yo bitch said I'm stiff
Seeing deads like I jumped off a cliff
I'm in love with these deads I talk to these bitches I might be a paranorman
Said dont play on my name I jump off the rope I think that I'm Randy Orton
The coupe, chop the brain I just broke this shit the engine got good performance
Cant fuck with my group we rich as a bitch yo nigga be hating on us
I see money when I sleep hollup
Wake up do it and repeat hollup
Like the 4s undefeat hollup
Her ahh wobble happy feet
Her cocoa butter make me skeet
You can't do it better than me
I'm Seeing colors cause im geeked
I really wonder where I be
Stay out the way, watch for the fakes these niggas be hate
Said she love me okay, Well come hold my drugs if we get rolled today
Everyday a parade when you get you sum dead's I promise it's great
Halle like the my mermaid I get in the booth ion rap I create
Say you ride then go ride
Go text yo bitch put yo pride to side
I'm in first you behind
Get you some racks when that pressure applied
The old me done died
I'm still the same nigga tho no lie
The new me be live
I'm still the same nigga tho no lie
Lets go to a chase
I bet hit 10 times 8
I run through the bank
I got me sum runtz I be stank
I'm the truth you a flake
3/28 I was great
I think you should thank God, that that ho decided to flake
These niggas not gangsta, I can see it all up in they face
Pour it up in a Shasta blue berry, strawberry, or grape
Ballin like ima warrior, but I never needed a Klay
Got a bitch named Gloria, and she gone do whatever I say
In love wit the money, that's my persona
I posted and ran up that bag, this summer
I'm number 1 nigga and yunno I'm stunting
You number 0 boy and you just be bluffin
Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Flowers
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