Lyrics:
to broadcast
This just a bit
To show my feelings now I'm really off that
Know I'm really fucking off that
Okay see I'm really off that
Now I'm bout make it all
you set it off
Step forth backwords shotgun let it off
They call me showcase showoff
Sky whisky walks walk like a hawk
Freestyles for the chosin few
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
beat screamin
You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin
I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators
They lookin forward
wrote if for you
Know you know it
Turn it into a song for you
Days go by, I try to bottle these tears inside
Here's one more cry
I cry
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
here by the phone
I'll be waiting on your phone call
And girl let's zone off
Don't turn your phone off
Cause this message got you wondering
Do you still
broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got
for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this (off the wall)
So how's everybody feelin' tonight?
Hope you in that mood to get
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
went up this quick give me a deal with Mathers
I eat pussy with every brunch I call it fucking umami
I dosed off after a bite of muthafuckin pastrami
roll up roll up
Don't know what to call that
So they call they call they call it
Hold up hold up hold up
That's what they call it
Hold up hold up hold up
white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key
Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever
song about it
Why don't you sing it
Ring the alarm here comes the Com
Call me Mr. Hollywood, check it out!
Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com
spotlight, gotta get em stretchered off
Too much zen you got the flim then I should feed you halls
Bar bearing he Barbarian he like Peter Paul
Let me switch it
by Open Bar, so y'all forget it
[Chorus]
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
inside of me (Call on Me)
Feed on my anger no stranger
To danger kill off those demons who want to come claim Us
Your soul will be anchored by chains
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get
at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off
They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David
just okay
It keeps the trigger finger off the trigger and at bay
Your mind can only think about the things it shouldn't
Your brain is filled with
rubber bands to glaze the dough
My dudes out there slanging hard I call it Joe Frazier blow
Pockets obese, I can't leave the cake alone
If money grew
to glaze the dough
My dudes out there slangin' hard I call it Joe Frazier blow
Pockets obese I can't leave the cake alone
If money grew on trees ya know I'd
Turned up so much, now I just can't turn off
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya
Daddy was a rolling stone, I get it from my father
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