Lyrics:
between
the thighs by the slit
don't look in to my eyes
or else you'd be a stone
or be a frog
make no sounds, leave no marks
will not leave a clue
leave
was born
He showed love all he ever got was jealousy and scorn
On the block watching dope boys pulling up in foreigns
Frenchtown dunn street, you
of the
Jurisdiction of failure among the motives
Just when the victory is comfortably assumed
You will be woken by the creaky
Hinge of door number two door number two
the chip I had on my shoulder
Verse 1
I rather be a bad friend
Than a bad father
You see friends come and go
But yet my son he forever
Conversations with
He likes my Russian accent
He likes my eyes
Baby give me some passion
I want it in full size
My underwear transparent
You will admise
I got them from
scammer call me bernard, I just scammed my teacher out of his credit card
I just hit up plutten on my nokia, he supports massive amounts of homophobia
Im
You got a nigga so we keep it on the low
From the bed then we head to the floor
First time you know I took yo soul
If you call me you know I'm
he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin' on the range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Project my voice so loud, my tonsils flat
Excellence defense on the phonograph
Is DJ Polo, he's cooler than Shaft
Fresher than a item that you find
at the po po
Call me Santa claus
'Cause I got three hoes
Taking em' out to the casi-no
Woah
You got a boyfriend
So what bitch
Yo what's he know?
(What!?)
I am
somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
Said I'm sorry it's come down to this
There's so much about you that I'm gonna miss
But it's alright baby if I
and repeat it
So tomorrow I'll actually be my zenith achievement
To my heart-of-gold medics with aesthetics on a string
You will forever be employed by
on Figueroa, ain't no telling where that pussy go
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?)
Will you
should be admitted to
Sean Mcvay will get you pumped
Belichick not really
Sorry miss Jackson
He got to touchy feely
Now you learn to dance
That's a me two
with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin'
[?] clip rich then snitch, tellin'
yippie-aye-ohh,
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders rode on by him
He heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul
from hell a-riding on our range
hair, blue eyes, we call him Jesus Crack
Hallelujah (hallelujah)
Bullets through you (bullets through you)
We cleared the plate, turned into Luger (ah)
tell me love, has always scared you
Like the things under your bed
Baby, we can walk on water
Like some junkies swore they did
You call me
gear
Also here to let you know
The mic is dumb clear then you disappear
So quiet you can hear turd fall
Just when you thought you heard it all
Bird call
man
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene
He talks about you in his sleep
There's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
LYRICS :
I’m girlfriends favourite rapper
Calling my phone like u love me baby ur my favourite capper
Back in the day iwas her favourite trapper
Even if you call 911
You still couldn't save me
Junkies got my heartbeat racing
They to damn impatient
Grandma need my help in this bitch
She need her
Adam on the track
(EmoneyOne11)
No you will not see me lack
I'm too paranoid gotta stay wit a strap
So I keep it right on my lap
Fresh outta
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