Lyrics:
money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
puttin' on a show
Fuck you in the stall in the men's bathroom
Outside in the car, we can do that too
I'll drive you to the house, dick sucked gettin'
expected
From men who speak of wisdom with no clue of what respect is
You Westerners are sloppy, needing discipline in life
You lack control of yourselves
the premium blend in the communion
Follow me beyond the cloud
In the stratosphere to the House of El Huul
It should lead you to a
Place opposite my heavenly
could hear some hip hop
But little did we know she meant the house that rocked
The house that rocked(x3)
She was a real flygirl,dressed in leather
Big house
New shoes
Designer belt
Balenciaga
Ferragamo
Whole lotta talk with yo big mouth
Watchu want a Range Rover
A Brand new caddy
Provided to you
By
ever switch it up and ditch who you posed to be
Learn a lesson once and it wont haunt your homework
And when you clean house don't you sleep in no dirt
Okongwu ịchọ ka m bia your house bịa saba motor
Ka inuo m nsi na isi jiri career mu wee gbazie Lotto
No mehn
Nah nah
I'd rather stay on my own
In 07 MC Loph
Hey!
Ha!
Oh!
There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
The girl's possess by the basehead demon
Chorus
(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then
the house say yarr (Yarr!)
Everybody in the house say yo ho ho
Everybody in the house say yarr (Yarr!)
Everybody in the house, lets go!
Ha ha ha! Little boy
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in
for you
My men ride out
So when they blow ya insides out
You gon' get bodied cause
Ya body ain't reversible
Lush One gon' have to buy some
Rest In Peace
diminished
They sit down in the back of
A house clouded with smoke
"You'll get a couple G's if you
Kill this bitch" they were told
He owes us a lot of money
grossay!
Cock, dock, rock in the sock
If you mess with me I will shoot you with my glock
Maameron is a gross gay, and Zenis is a dilk
I will make The Mum
Of his trolley, the woman by the park
Bench struggling with her body
Every single person has a purpose in them
Burning look again allow yourself to see
Time to sink my faangs in these muhfuckas
Show em some venom
These muhfuckas dont get it
I'm a muhfuing symbiote
Check it
They claim you the illiest
Lot of people, you know what I'm saying
That be getting misinformed, thinking everything is everything
You could just get yourself a little deal,
are so many women framing men?
Why are there so many broken houses?
Why are so many children in the orphanage? (Feel a Little Evil)
To counteract these
Making other pirates' flows sound
Like Speak and Spell
And I'm Bangarang, Captain Hook
Top chap in my whole pack of crooks
The chapter book king backed by
Men I cannot take this no more
Oh nooo oh
The pain and feeling down in my chest
Ayye
Baby girl yeah you give me stress
Ayye
Pack your bags take it
hip hop drops
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every
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