Lyrics:
On my grind you could see me skate
I roll in a Holden while I’m holdin' while it’s stolen brudda get stopped by the d.e.a
Still got love for the team
to Fuck Cause she see Me on TV Told her she's moving Too fast She's got To please me You Gonna Eat it up Love it when you Tease Me I'm a give you all your
scuffed up Air Force 2's
And this girl said, "That ain't Murphy Lee look at his shoes!"
See these kids are so smart recognize you from head start
They be
I'm...Hated on. That just gives me a reason to kill it.
Now the game is on! Raise your hands in the air if you feel me!
Now I'm...Hated on. That just gives me
is
And I'm here to tell you about that savior with that extra love
And he died for you, cleansed your sins, one of the king's kids, yeah
Money ain't
that it's all about me
What could it be?
I got the sixty inch flat tv, what?
Got it like DVD, whatever you need
I got the bubbles in the tub with
the dick, she say she can’t take it
How you change up the beat? How you change up yo flow?
Number 1 answer, by fucking yo hoe
The money I paid it, the money I
of
Sounds like this
Or you know
That sort of thing
I started
Sort of tapping
It annoyed the crap
Out of
My fourth-grade teacher
Ms. Frechette
She was
ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your
them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
by surprise
I was with her but I was with you
You squeezed my hand and we both knew
That if we didn't leave right then
Our 1 + 1 was gonna be 2
You
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
fumble
cs the herb crumbles
Caught my balance right after I stumbled in
Love and hate will always separate by lines that's very thin
Hoes cooperating
ya life & stack that money high
We Super hustlers whatever you need you know we can supply
Get international with it
My links run way to Mumbai
Spent
lil' baby, my shinin' star I love you forever, no matter where you are
You're the beat to my heart, the air that I breathe
With you by my side, there's
or the cut You going hide
I get love ina streets cos i come and Supply
I be handing out blessings send that Boy to the sky
-So sound da alarm I'm callin in da air raid,
Dey start ta recognize me for dat chitty chitty bang bang, shoutin dat dey love me while a nigga does his
the emptiness,
When the place you call home is closed for business
I push the pain down, I gotta get by
Always knowin in my heart that it ain't gonna fly
Rock
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
and Kadeem ya
Need a good woman that's by
My side
Make me adore her love her
Stormy weather on not
And to avoid luster don't
Got what you got
Come ride wit me
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
On a higher stage, I've got the masterplan
Slam, Jam, here comes the man
Come on come on, let's shake that thang
Wave your hands in the air - set you free
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