Lyrics:

I broke with my ex girl, here's her number
Sike, that's the wrong number

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's (Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill)
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end (Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill)
You can't touch my riches (Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill)
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches (Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill)
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht (Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill)
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks (Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill)
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot (Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill)
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread (Bill, Bill)

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll m?
I ain't the sharpest tool in the sh?d
(Hoo-ha, hoo-ha)
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an 'L' on her forehead
Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin'
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin'
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?
You'll never know if you don't go (W-w-wacko)
You'll never shine if you don't glow

Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill

Drop it

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Shaking that booty, I saw the booty
I want the booty, lord what a booty
Bring on the booty, give up the booty
Loving the booty, round booty

Nothing compares to
A quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than

Meet James Ensor
Belgium's famous painter
Dig him up and shake his hand
Appreciate the man

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

Damn dirty bitches, becoming the witches
Grindin' up and down cause they grantin' all my wishes
Bring out my aces, like this game was poker
Banish all the witches, thank you based Madoka!
What a joker, the trick is in the wrist
Wish you kept your head Mami, cause you don't know what you missed
Now the witches gettin' pissed and they're jackin' up my swag
When I'm finished with this shit, send my regards to the body bag
Maze time, home of the brave
Puttin work to the street like a slave
Keep rugged dress code
Always in this stress mode
To stop a Gaben, press the Gaben
You think I don't know that?
Hold that!
Press the Gab–
Hold that!
To stop a Gab–
Hold that!
From the soul cousin, this ain't the time!
Shoulda wished for more money cause now you ain't got a dime

Coming out again for a new point
Get your bets now ladies and gentlemen
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High and a winner, pay the front line, take the don'ts
He's Coming out again for a new point
Get your bets now ladies and gentlemen
Four four the point's marked four
Ace Deuce craps wants the four
Ace Deuce craps wants four
Ace Deuce craps, craps wants four
We accept her, one of us
We accept her, one of us
Gooble, gobble
Ace Deuce craps wants four
We accept her, one of us
We accept her, one of us
Gooble, gobble
Ace Deuce craps wants four

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the wo–

/jp/ /jp/ we're finally free
Being alone is only lonely if you want it to be
Staying in lucid delusion for an eternity
The clouds are drifting away, so please have a nice day!

Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
Only shootin' stars break the mold
(And all that glitters is gold)