Lyrics:
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Uh! Ask my nigga Lebron!
We so big we ain't gotta respond
When you talkin to a don
Please have respect like your
Talkin to your mom
We let
stil, i stilll remember, when the first time i know you
I follow you and u following me too
I say hello on direct messenger by Ig
We are talkin too much u
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
stand by my self
'til my very last breath
'Cause you know what? A coward
Dies a thousand deaths
And I'm proud when it's a sound
But now a thousand next
gonna stand by my self 'til my very last breath
'Cause you know what? A coward dies a thousand deaths
And I'm proud when it's a sound, but now
Listen...
Nicko: I'm the one out the(r)e all on me own...
Steve: I know.
Nicko: ...I'm doin' a drum solo. N' I've got fuckin' talkin'...
Steve: N' I'm
stand by my self
'til my very last breath
'Cause you know what? A coward
Dies a thousand deaths
And I'm proud when it's a sound
But now a thousand next
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you
loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna love you mama?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
When tears are in your eyes,
And you can't find
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
good things could go wrong because of a little frontin' (what?)
Express yourselves, be who you are
Mh-mh-mh, you're a shining star
You don't even know
a brick into a clothing line a boost commercial
And he's still talkin' yo "so who's commercial?"
Young like Noah move them birds by the two
Daddy need
(Top$ide)
Yeah
Real certified loverboy (told y'all niggas, when y'all hear that cup)
(Bitch like Wayne Lighter)
How you talkin' down on me?
strive
Yeah, yeah
To put it on for the tri
State it's a wait but i try
Really hard for the Boulevard
All my n****s, you know who you are
Lookin' at BX
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
you talkin' mama (go 'head baby)
And you'll always wanna sing this Heavy D song
Whipped cream dreams I fulfill with my schemes
Down low like R
'cause you told the tale
When you said I could make it this high
Who knew?
Goddammit, who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just
that shit up
My pack smell like a fart
Damn
(Damn)
Please remind me who you are
I do not know who you are
Foreal
Foreal
I don't know none of you bitches
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)
Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet
the
American people need to achieve
And accomplish don't ever forget
That it doesn't matter
Who you are or what you've done
Just know that
Nobody is perfect
now you feel me
Now you love it nigga we still thuggin'
My twenty-fours rubbin' 'cause my rims are too heavy
I got my own liquor, now I can't hold
Lemme put you on game (c'mon)
Don't listen to people who lose or you'll do the same (fuck are y'all doin'?)
Stop talkin' to people who don't give
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