Lyrics:
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy
Now yo bitch gon' hit me
I've been gettin racks on racks all day
Movin' wit the pack, gotta stack, always
"Let me hit it from the back", and she like
Hurt by the die hard bare back feelin'
They got shook like kids from a sinnin'
Dwellin' all in your system
Killin' ya slooow
A real jacked up way
him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what
Shawty with me all the time
Stay hot, stay fly
Keep her right by my side, (she so fine yeah,yeah)
Yep, that's my boyfriend
Yep, that's my girlfriend
the way that I been livin' (I been livin')
Gettin' this paper, mind on my money & business (on my business)
Chorus (1x)
Level up (say no more)
Roll it up
fucked up, now I'm bucked up in this place
Bitch
Yuhh
You had a lot to say
So these features gettin' real heavy
Ain't nobody safe
I swear to fuckin' God it
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Quest, shit was nice dog
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife Dawg
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
explode
Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit
Shaolin boys they bang them fifths
[Chorus]
Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin'
Yo you know we
you can miss (blrrrd)
Soon as I get the drop then we gotta go get 'em
I send 'em, move up, he got ate by them pigs
.57 up, just the drac'
and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't
run it, who run it, who run it
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin
Yeah, yeah
Word up
(Yeah, son)
Yeah, yo, how this goin' down nine-six
How we livin', son
(Exoticness)
Nine-six exoticness
(Representin')
pocket's gettin' bigger
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung
yourself?
Well, I'm the dope man
Yeah, boy, wear corduroy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin' that rock and my pocket's gettin' bigger
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
Aynjewl Faycc
I.Q
When ma angel face gut no halo
Betta watch out it’s not stable
Hear ma trunk
Steady bangin’
Tur-boh
Switchin’ lanez -n-
When ma
three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town, last night
Was poppin' like like cocked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds
From booty
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
of my private stock and
Riding in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hammer timing
Incredible.
So edible
And unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Uh, get your mans
If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold, red
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