Translation: Chip Skylark. My Shiny Teeth And Me.
too bright Coming down, shiny teeth Game show suckers trying to bleed But I got a drug and I got the bug And I got something better than love How you
be me bad Call it bein' Pretty Lyrically Swag Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical You can't understand me nor mimic my miracles All I see is me and Im
in For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED My blood pressure boiled and rose
that headrest, visors in the ceilin' On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peelin' With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk Push a button and my
went back there, and all that got stolen, was my pink duffel bag with all my new clothes, and girlie panties, and shower gels and you name it. Every
, I'm a OG I'm gettin' high off my money 'til I OD See you don't know me, them bitches know me My old hoe's tellin' me go back to gold tee King size
my wallet, gonna buy a gift for you Something shiny and new But you don't have time to see me, so I spent it on a case of pop I'll be drinking till my teeth
P with diamonds all in my teeth I step in the light man, my mouth be shiny A ghetto star in the street, the shoppin' and cuttin' the ki's They all wanna
fight my ***, wanna shoot my *** Talk ya gal out her cap, when ya loot my ** Do you my *** fall in love wit' these *** Goin' raw on her and she did
're coming through the windows, And they're coming for my head. I'm fattened up for killing season, Helping God to find a reason, Just to feed me quickly
, tender and fine She picked my pocket but committed no crime Here's another tale about this girl name Laura You can find her shiny teeth at any corner Nice and
' cold And shiny laying by my head So I started to believe The things he said Well, my poet days're over And I'm back to bein' me As I enjoy the peace
used to sit and make up Your tunes for love and pour your simple sorrow To the sound hole and your knee and now you're seen on giant screens And at parties
love it Gotta, make em hurdle over people to see Me and my shiny gold hair And my shiny white teeth Eventually enchanted with their newly crowned king They follow me
to jack niggas So that's why I ride, with my gat A glock and a mask in the dash of the Jaguar, and that's a X-K-8 And if you cross me, you'll die dog
need deportation" "We need to close our borders and this needs to be a white country like our forefathers founded it" Keep shucking and jiving and showing ya teeth
livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb,
