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• Written by BABYBEE
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time.
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin).
Straight out the single dungeons of rap.
The knight drops deep as does my map.
I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the nephew of sap.
Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined.
I think of trees when I'm in a New York state of mind.
Hope the tap got some app.
My cap don't like no dirty snap.
Run up to the sap and get the trap.
In a New York state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The crazy knight?
You complain about volume.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bite.
I'm rappin' to the teddy bear,
And I'm gonna move your everywhere.
Scrummy, hideous, beautiful, like a handbag
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bag.
I can't take the volume, can't take the book.
I woulda tried to chat I guess I got no outlook.
I'm rappin' to the everywhere,
And I'm gonna move your teddy bear.
Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.
When I was young my nephew had a white.
I waz kicked out without no right.
I never thought I'd see that insight.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's night.
A cool flamingo is quite the bingo.
Thinking of trees. Yaz, thinking of trees (trees).
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BABYBEE
Member since May 11 2024