Lyrics:
Need subtitles like a asian flick
He try to swing, I hit him with that Eddie Guerrero Tekken kick
Sun inside my steps, I change the weather when I'm
summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that's tryna front, and see
Son
hype
I just hit but she ain't my type
she just another big bootie, nice tits, and a face that's right
that stay fly in some name brand tights
this gold
like you do your mothers
Never hit her, treat her like a queen, and show her that you love
My heart goes out to the feens, trying to stay clean
Keep your
WITH CRAZIE QUEEN ANN?
THAT AIN'T ME B (QUICK) CALL A HIT-MAN
IT WAS TOUGH FOR JANE AND TARZAN I AIN'T SUPERMAN
TRIED TO READ THE KORAN CAN'T GET WITH
Head To Toe, Oh Lead To Know Oh
How To Move My Lips When I Met This (Ubba-Ubba)
Male With A Fee First No Money Given
Just An Ale By The Sea Surf, Go
hung on ropes
Black queens havin' seeds while she's strung on dope
I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote
[Chorus]
"I'm
that you been initiated up into this movement
Get at your favorite idiot who's spits
Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists
Kick in his grill until he
hung on ropes
Black queens havin' seeds while she's strung on dope
I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote
[Chorus]
"I'm
proof I'm tryna go fa round two
I love it
Hills and lingerie babe I love lace
Making love to tracks on my love tape
Fire and desire since you love drake
by the twos for the vanguard
Just a little Common Sense and a lot of competition
Took me from a Lost Boy to a freestyle event
Over Swiss Beats bled
That's the sound of my heart when I'm headed for you
And I know I'm gonna be on time
And I feel you'll be by my side
Cause it's been such a long, long
up/
I been fed up as a bitch, feelin setup by life’s shit/
Medicated in a whip, head to Vegas wit the click/
Not that famous or too rich, still
some more thangs
By any means gotta fly growing my wings
Seen it and I like it so I bought em
Heard we had smoke so I fought em
Two in the morning
brother years after he died
Damn the convo still ill he asked
Me hit the firing pin
Meyer Lansky myelin in the hyenas den
Your bitch a thot
I got a queen
Bam, Bronsolino queens, New York
Come to the crib with a whore
Make sure she touching the
Mezuzah on the door damn she's a keeper
Rolled a reefer,
just chill
[Verse 2]
Of the nubians
She's queen of illu-sion
Got a sub of box
Of mens thoughts
Tell me how you create all midnight skies
'cause when i'm
2) (Willie The Kid)
Then Rocafella break up
My hat cocked like the old Bleek
My gat cocked
By my side like obliques
No slow leaks uh
I'm eating
one, and I'm next to nothin'
Shit, how did we come to this?
The same kid who partied on Queen, is now runnin' shit
I'm finna shut shit down, like
just a write off
Now you're feeling neglected and rejected
Check it, it's all about makin' records
CHORUS X2
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
You want to see
Clayton Powell boy who want it
50 paces out hit them butterflies in ya' stomach
[Skeemo]
Ayo we deep nothin' less than twenty two people
I'm street I rap
tell by the eyes, hips
And the thick thighs
Could have swore she still had feelings, yo
She even sported a dress I
Bought her years ago
Now this had
we do
Still simple math divide it by two
Single for now, together we strive
Not Dancing Dan but baby we live
Not on IG but baby I like
The way that you
mean i need a queen
Why isnt my sould enough for the dream
He gets insulted and closer to me
He understands the boy is naive
Hand on my shoulder he
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