Lyrics:
Hey, yo, Rza! hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, tical
The fuck you
Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More
too much friction
I got bags of green like Peggy Lipton
Be careful when you pick up this jam, it's heavy liftin'
Just do it, if you put your mind
bitches
Shaking what?
Shaking ass for the paper
If that shit ain't about no bands
Then it's by bitch I'll see you later
Her ass thick
How she shakin got me
Vegetary no way get me venison
Listening to Peggy
Cornballs not Veteran
Who's the engineer
Bitch, I record all
Last year, underwhelmed by the Warhol
Lately
4th Quarter Intro
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Chyeah ha, ha we here man, we here man 4th quarter muthafucka that's right
Let me break that shit down for
gotta fly
Yea, white bitch give me becky
I'm the king of the hill like Peggy
I'll take your life don't temp me
That switch on a glock already
Like oh oh
As I roved out thro' Dublin city
At the hour of twelve o' the night
Who should I spy but a Spanish Lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she
around cause I run my town, yeah I'm the boss
You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night
If you see me, got a biddie by my side
Got 'em all big,
Can you tell?
I'm happy, can't you see?
I'm all right, but I miss you, Amber lee
And I lined my secrets up all one by one
I put 'em all away
God gave me this gift
And guess who I share it with
Guess what I glorify
Money and sex
I suspect I'd horrify
All who are close to me
Granny would
spitting shit since King of the Hill
You can go ahead and
Ask Bobby
Ask Peggy
Hill
Hank coming through with the tank
It's dank
That's what he gotta do
the Peggy hoodie cuz that shit shrunk down
Mad, toss it in the back and I'm getting drunk now
Something fell off the rack as I went and sat down
A map inside
a side quest ting that I skitch to the south pole
Getting drowned by the ego
It's going down like its d pole
Rubbing two bits of brass together I hope
we got, that's why we rhyme so
I feel we the best, no sense in lying, though
Now, all together, watch the crowd go
[Murphy Lee]
I'm just a dirty
mossacin Ugh! Ugh! Lawd
"Somebody help me !"
Ira Lee turned to Roosevelt when he quit his screamin' and kickin'
And he said, "Let's forget about those
the back of the tour bus
I've been on wrong greyhounds
Strong smells at the hotel, who is that?
Camped out by the ocean gettin nauseous
Barely betta then
me in a trance so I grab her by the waist
Yeah she gave the kid a chance
If this ain't love, it's good vibes, good food, romantic experience (lets go
Mek eh fall on me
Fall on me
Amara ka anyi na ario
Ebere ka anyi na ario
Nuru akwaa anyi lee
Nna nke usuu niile nke ndị ághā
Ọkwa amara gị ka anyị na
on a blunt
Fucking on a cunt
Park it out front
Shit, I’m about to stunt
On that west coast shit
We got that east side grit
You wanna make me spit and fuck your
Why you think they hate cause they can't stop me
Respected on the streets they call me Spike Lee
Look so sexy when she rocking tight jeans
Peep
it so fast
Call me Hank Hill
I only want the gas
At least I ain't dead
Or sitting behind a glass
My ex bitch
Mad
Get cash
Foreign car
Rent swag
You
to be wrong.
There’s no sounds of birds anymore.
No sounds of tapping feet as they shake the floor.
No, joy can’t be heard by the poor.
But
finna shine some
Horizon
Tryna block me out
But know I'm fine love
I'm fired up
You serving to the feds
That nigga wired up
I'm nice as fuck
Everything is
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