Lyrics:
his pores
Without a single blemish, let him embelish every
Letter for ever with this soliloquy, thus spittin are your suspitions, suspiciously
Come
and smooth
JoJo Mark tried to bust my groove
Ahh, I hate that
Had a big fanny not like Annie
Gave her the 24 letter and some candy, ah ah
Ay yo Red,
groove.
Ah, I hate that.
Had a big fanny; not like Annie.
Gave her the twenty-four letter and some candy... ah, ah.
Ay, yo, Red where'd you meet her
the prosecutor lookin' dumb (talk yo' shit)
Judge like, "That ain't what you said last trial, woman"
She like, "That's my man and he cheated so I lied on him
die
Niggas gon cry, all of my niggas gon slide, bitch i'm
Bitch, i'm like JT
How?
I keep Lil Uzi by my side
Diamonds Mariah, that's how i carry (Carey)
the show
We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo
(Granny!) That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Ay yo Gangsta Funk, show em how you got rich!
outside, oh yeah, you a bitch
Caught yo' by hisseld, I'm ready to make you strip Put the blade to his chest, blade, blade, let it rip
Her neck game was ass,
neck slit
Whole time yo bitch in the store, she in my shop list
Brody told me pull off the block, I told him one bit
Somethin' like a stomach ache, them
Gotta carry blurring her
Vision now she gotta
Dodge
Question the truth
You sold her
A lie must be a
Dealership i'm like the
Plug will slide for
The low
hit, nigga got yo beezy snatched
By Mista Charisma, to a lady I'd be ya nigga's
Enigma keep her in the desert, I give her a river
If she was a 10 I'd
Golden Pharaoh
Not too much in the street cuz the road is narrow
And i hit all my targets like bow and arrows
You'll get jacked like sparrow
By my
evened up the score
Call Letoya Luckett cause' In my head I'm ready to be torn
Toxic like I'm Jeezy, Ne-Yo said that she can't leave me lone
Why you think
"JellyB"
Shawty says she love the way I talk
I don't know him but if he want smoke he getting turned to chalk
Outline on the pavement know I love
ain't new to me
How dare her for
Dancing with that monkey
My thoughts are gettin' hazy
Nothin' but red colors
Tonight's the night
I can take him down
And you're at my grave saying Yo, Jay was a sweetheart, what happened to him
And why he let those 'phantoms' screw him
Saying he wants to shoot himself, hmmm,
thang fa sho nigga ima go getta
Fuck the bitch on the first day that I met her
U a amateur nigga
Blow yo lil smoke out like candles Lil nigga
We live by
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
when the devil came
I let him take my life again
Mamed by a shot at point blank range
Sunshine and kisses
Is now depression and rain
If I could fix it I
yo stripes today
I'm in Basin Street, with a tech, I don't like to play
Yeah I'm back on my shit
I had lost my white today
She told me it was her
submerged, by the pool of forever
(Yea, uh)
(Uh, Yea, Whoa, Yea)
Shawdy got backbone, uh
Bring that ass back home, yea
Turn around - back up
Ion need - back up
think he might’ve came to late, makin her pull that out, I ain’t finna miss her face, I ain’t finna miss her lace, I ain’t bout to by no lace, I ain’t
come outside, put belt to ass
Bella, bitch, she bad, but she fuck with dude and him so I might pass
SR-10392 saved by 180 on the dash
He can't fuck with
don't like seeing Tecca the N9ne go
They said I'm evil
They said I'm totally demon in my cerebral
They callin' me criminal, comin' to curse
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