Lyrics:
she only slidin' wit the highest bidder
But if you ask me she's nothin' but a nasty
Money hungry, unclassy, Ho Happy Jackie
"Yo, son word
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U cIN'T GETTIN' NO SPECIcL FcVOR, FROM c CERTcIN McN,
IT'S WHO U KNOW, DcS HOW Dc STORIES TOLD,
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bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch and right now
I'm here checkin' in for
The mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by
Now, you
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
but you BAB-BLE
Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier
I hate to say it but I told ya so
You
'Bout to f*** it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup?
[Kurupt]
O.E., homey, yeah
Oh, yeah, indeed
[Tash]
You know I got
ho's, dancin a machine, uhh
True bawler, bitch case might call her
A little shorty but I like my bitches taller
Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust past
ain't ever seen him in my town
But you could see Snoop Dogg everyday
I'm boss to the blocks like the projects in the PJ's
Yeah, for those of you who
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
on this shit,
Y’all niggas ain’t ready to be put in a hearse by this bitch
Hahaha ahhh
(Roman bitch, you still in Moscow or what?)
You know, I didn't
count to ten I want you to jump up, stay there
Oh, ho, but don't come down 'til I flash the light
You deserve a break today, have it your way
Funk is
the shootie
Got 'em running from the paparazzi
Lodie dotie
When the feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back
Don't you know it's illuminati
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
do
Let me tell you bout this ho I know
But I really don't know but
I know that ass though
And I know that an asshole started making
Jokes man talking
buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
workin'
Bitch don’t play ho you know it’s Based God
Shout out to Scar Face it's like face mob
I steal with them with
Them centered eyes crooked based world
it's so peak
I know man think I changed or I switched up
But if you think that then you don't know me
I'm still me i'm just on straight path
Fake yutes
He know chicks lookin like Bud Selig
Who cook sisig with pig
On SF5 using the v-trig
You dig? We live lives you can’t relive
So quit boastin, with
[Snoop Dogg]
Ain't nuttin to it but to do it
Let me holla at you baby
I know a lot of NFL players and a lot of NBA players (Sexy gurl!)
Like
between my lines you fine but take cautious
Narcs on my lines, pour lime on dime crosses
We was put in this world
Where we aint never had nuttin
We was
8BSpace, Age-in baby
TSRight right right right
8BOne time
TSBeyotch
8BYeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire
From
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho
tonight
You should stop by aight
My body language say it all
So we ain't gotta talk
I got a fly spot southside queens New York
Now I know you know I wanna
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