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fuqua - billy mays lyrics

this one’s for billy mays
thinking back to the glory days
just a little kid
long hair in a twins lid
multiple retirements call me brett favre
shoot a video then get a new car
bench 1000 pounds you can barely lift the bar
billy mays i’m in a foggy haze
tasty like a donut with a crazy glaze
dominique wilkins muscle tanks
chilling smoking blunts on the outer banks
and they always called me tripod
i’m staying on your b-tches ipod
hitting bombs like a giambi
undead like motherf-cking a zombie
slow the b-tch down i don’t care
i’m never going down survive on thin air
and i’m never going to stop
i’m never going to stop
i’m never pulling over even for a cop
living legend till i drop
i’m moving forward y’all in reverse
k!lled the beat put it in a hurse
rhymes are too sick please call a nurse
and i’m spitting straight did you listen to this verse
and i’m k!lling mcs 24/7
welcome to the gates of far from heaven
bounties on my head
that’s money on my mind
f-cking all the dimes
lookin at the rolex its still my time
tell me how to act but i’m a slow learner
beating motherf-ckes call me ike turner
and i live the life of a living legend
back up before you feel the smith & wesson
and you can call me mike tyson
i’ll knock you out in one punch
and i’m eating mcs like a hot lunch
f-ck school and todays lesson
sorry i’m too busy undressing
another model
tell me slow down but i’m full throttle
and this is sweet chin music like shawn michaels
i stay with the green i guess they love to recycle

trying to get high but i’m way higher
listen to this sh-t it’s some motherf-cking fire
drinking fiji water while i f-ck your daughter
best rapper in the game y’all can just quit
i got all this bling, voice like larry king
step in the ring with a real champ
we’re feasting your living off a food stamp
don’t listen to the haters i bump my own sh-t
playing with me that’s a life gamble
trucking motherf-ckers call me earl campbell
stay with money leave a 100$ tip
timberwolves for life please rest in peace flip
call me the mayor cuz i run this f-cking town
you can try to dethrone but i’m never going down
this is my life this is my b-tch
she a dime i’m f-cking ten cents
think you a show but you borin
i’m on the f-cking moon call me warren
i got a couple ounces like a f-cking steak
got a routine wake and bake
she don’t listen cuz she doesn’t want to hear
take the d-ck so hard i think i see a tear
face looking like a work of f-cking art
call me the f-cking hitman brett hart
f-ck it don’t need the sun i’ll live in the shade
fruit juice and horor movies call it naked and afraid

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