Lyrics:
tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to the D, don't hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great
You should have a heart attack
I'm chargin' Smack cause I do a
Great job, I been the truth
I'm talkin' facts
You just bend the truth and
Come with
When I get high I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's a drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kick start my heart
Always got the cops coming after me
When I get high I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's a drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kick start my heart
Always got the cops coming after me
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
an acronym
I nabbed it secondhand
My Mobile fully Armored
Strike a chord upon Kommand
Great face
White teeth
High wire vampire
Don't sleep
Big top
Full moon
filled with pain
Lord, it might not be such a
Bad idea if I never, never went home again
Home is where I live inside
My white powder dream
Home was once
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper
In ninth grade, a pimp gave me a better attempt
I
just want my heart
You can take back anything you bought
I just want my heart
Swear
I ran my sack up by the way
Red vette all white Porsche truck by
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I
tell ya I'm bogus
Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin
And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin
Read my song, lyrics are strong
on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
It says "ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
you got to get up and stand up
You can't have it all at the start
You got to work and put in all your heart
Sacrifices trials and tribulations you're
man
Regardless of what the stakes is I`ma play my own hand
And I`m tired of being let down by my so-called friends
Regardless to the blood shed ? no
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
straight
(Yo, my man's a prophet too)
Yo, god, you think he ain't?
So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
We're here to let you know
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
and ask why the hell my eyes bleed
Living by the code of the streets
Creased up with white tees
I ain't trying to be icy but might be
Lyrically the right G
the promo
Shouldn't've bothered from the start
'Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfather's heart
Yeah, just not the side that the beat is
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
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