Madlib – Number 4

Madlib – Number 4 Lyrics

Artist: Madlib
Song: Number 4

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She love the award show
Bom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah

The last stragglers
On their head like Mad Hatters
Abstract era, [?] these two backpackers
Going crazy, detoxin’ at the nutcrackers

Flexible b*t*h, she let me f**k backwards
What matters?
Land of the blunt pa**ers
And of the drug dealers

Unreal
Runnin’ up beef to turn to cornmeal
Stand behind a forcefield
Raps are unlimited

It’s not definitive
Infinite arithmatic
Yuh
I’m a victim of the IQ

Written in a haiku
Gettin’ head in high school
I lеft before the final
This thе type of sh*t only sound good on vinyl

Prost**ute women writin’ letters to the bible
All Jewish go through the [?] blockbuster
She want, dope money, do not, trust herBom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah

This is make-believe
Stuntin’ in a babyseat
Windows down, my mom turn on the [?]
Cocaine, a couple laxatives

Rollin’ up [?] smokin’-
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Release Year: 2021