Lyrics:
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
blindness
Yea
Don't come easy for a lion
Zooming on a light bike
Blaster on me might bite
Gravy got me kite light
Lific in the zeitgeist
Tractor beaming tadi
fooled
By this fassfood
Don't mean to be rude dude
But thats what they call fassfood
This sht is for real
This ain't no fkn interlude
I eat she eat she
her, swear to God that I'm here for her
Last nigga got her caught up in the airport
She ain't had no pride, so she went and did a year for him
She
on the brace again
We beat down London, slayed LA
Got an APB on the jams we play
So when you're on the stage quit grabbin' your cock
Cause we're the new kings
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
the mirror
Freak in the sheets Lady in the streets
Fans only page got her poppin like the beat
She ain't for talk she bout action
Bandz on bandz shawty max'n
the booth
And you know I get serious
You get her hyped up
And she talking bout period
You know we got presser
We call it delirious
We'll ruff you up so don't
At the Star Wars
His name was Yoda he was a Muppet
Darth Vader was so bad
And by the way he's Luke's dad
Luke kissed his sister his hand got cut off
In that
Conquest heat master
Skin crack move faster
Doom watch got open eyes
Perversion never lies
[Chorus]
Disaster blaster
Disaster blaster
the MAG
Why the fuck would I beat his ass?
Four-O in my bank account but
I was sleep in class
Can't throw the word "broke" at me
I ain't seen a cast
She
Heaven out of Hell, earn wages
Come on quirky pay me now
I got eighteen holes I'm goin' pow, pow, pow
And there ain't no music finer
She's a damn good song
tellin' what this clip and the mac'll do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin' Maganoo
In other words don't fool with us
Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what
me a beat
And I'm making it sing
Bitch ain't nobody
She can't be like me
Waves on ya head
Got me feeling the breeze
And he call me a tease
I fit
I got the juice, she let it splash on me (nasty)
Know I'm the truth, ain't gotta ask 'bout me
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you
to ride to, you got your clip?
Uh-huh, a-ight, then let me guide you (to da beat!) into my world
Straight up, this ain't no circus, playboys and girls
I was smokin on golden haze
Got a brand new beat from gold haze
On gang
That thang
By the hip hop hooray
In a group chat with 3 freak bitches
young Soprano, gold chain, wife beat her
Try to wife a thot, turns out she a cheater
Dankieo, Jack your style , smoke a pound, run a mile
Try to crack
from the back yeah
Pick up a pack yeah
Run up the sack yeah
She got them racks yeah
Hit from the back yeah
Nigga ya sweet
Nigga ya beat
Nigga ya sweet
pussy
Ion give a fuck who home we ain't doing no shushing
She can't wait to see me she know I'm a beat it
Told her lay back cause I'm feenin to eat it
She
bitch I can't control myself
Got two Kobe's in my jeans hold up my pants can't wear no belt
It's sad that she'll never end up with me bitch I know
a merry go
That's rounds and put it down but I show her the door if she wanna act petty though
Ain't got no time for no petty love, Liphy Liph got
Like a winner
cin't a quitter
Got a sitter
So I did her
In her slippers
She's a yipper
When I bit her
Big dipper
Ship's skipper
Shit's in her
I'm in her
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