Lyrics:
contracts
Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em, bubble baths
Can't let nothing walk by with a bubble ass
liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and corone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers,
Yeah yeah
We gon' send this one out, to all the niggas
That want beef, that got baby teeth
Why you can't eat little faggot
That Primo shit, Razzy
up by 6am
up by 6am
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spread the dirty laundry round town
If it all could fall to lyrics in songs
Then you and I were a tickin' time bomb
So we pause for a little bit, little
Dios fuckin' mio, the whole world got there eye balls in my e-hole
And that's why I keep the Lysol close by, 'cause currency is dirty
Especially when
I ain't hop on the court ballin'
I just do it for the sport
They be like damn when I pop out
Damn when I pop out
I'm the man where I pop out Studi
the drip
Like catalyst
Voltage like the analog
I played her like some basketball
Hieroglyphics of Babylon
Went outside for a catch with my pops
The ball was
Doing what I love the most
And
I stand by every fuckin record
Freestyles or written
Man
I’m on a misson
Poles are fishin
Hoes I’m missin
Suppose I’m
some bro's that probably keep a hammer
If I pop out with a bad lil bitch, you know that she a dancer
Makin' her sway just like Patrick the way we dirty
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
Without a little Big Star, ooh-ooh
Runnin' 'round the house, Mickey Louse and tarot cards
Falling asleep with a flop pop video on
And if he was from
individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn' (six in the morn')
So peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleeves up, for
Excuse all the haters 'cause they lookin' sideways
Let's get it now, chyeah
You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can
Excuse all the haters 'cause they lookin' sideways
Let's get it now, chyeah
You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can
on little girl, get your last good time
If you wanna know the truth 'bout Sunday night
The Bluesground Boys kept singing songs in the dark
The lonely hearted
One one, two
Check me out right here, yo
You are not the grime scene saviour
You sly weak hater
A little pop tart that owes Wiley favours
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Yo
This song is
Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower
Cause we approachin' the final hour
You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
I hit a nerve with one of my songs
It has to do with incarceration in the United States
And the inherent racism in our judicial system
And much
opposition, clearly
All these dirty hoes tryna come and get a piece of me
All they really want is a Birkin and some jewelry
All these clout chasin' mothafuckas
All these clout chasin' mothafuckas tryna get with me
Boy if we ain't brothas then we opposition clearly
All these dirty hoes tryna come and get
raging, got Playboi on, I'm going crazy
Might just pop a little bit, might just go retarded, bitch
Sipping on that 1942, I'm feeling historic
I ain't
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