Lyrics:
a fat check
When you're average
And it's clear you need practice
When you have this
You dipping like you a Baptist
When I have this
I'm gonna treat it
You’re gonna feel just a
Little afraid
When I bust in your house
And I won’t even knock
Ooohhhhh Kay
Now
All of a sudden
You wanna talk
You want me
'cause real problems can't be calculated
It's hard to find the answer when they have no explanation
It's hard to find where you're headed when there's no
always gotta irk
Moment of truth
The only time I’m PC
Is when I’m on my PC
Watching porn in 3D
Moment of truth
I love God
But don’t give a shit
If you
ride
No one's gonna love
You boy until you die (say)
No one's gonna love
You boy until you die
You're never good at all
You're only for the eyes
If
ride
No one's gonna love
You boy until you die (say)
No one's gonna love
You boy until you die
You're never good at all
You're only for the eyes
If
really shouldn't stay
I know that if I stay you're just gonna get far away
Ayy ayy ayy, I don't wanna say bye
To that gorgeous life that we used to have
no help
But you be better by yourself
You're headed down a dead end road
Don't let him kill your soul
My love is here for you
Even if you ain't
Yo, this is somethin new by
Notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KMG
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin
brought me home a daughter-in-law and a grandbaby by now!
If you loved me
You'd be able to fly me around the world like Tyler Perry!
Her precious
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided
Love and it goes by when you sit and cry
Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
accumulating more
While other family’s have to worry about what food they can afford
Knives out, bribes out
You’re never gonna have to worry about a murder in
Dae and now they wanna see me eat her
If a nigga try to take my plate I'll let the semi eat'em
She in love wit my grammar
County boy from Alabama
Yea I
You can’t see, how clear you’re gonna be
Let it be, set it free
Ride by the reigns champagne in my veins
Tight from the aches but i write through
was here for the paper
She got to hating, like, "you ain't gonna win it"
Okay, but if I did, that'd be nice
It's only like a $2 investment, that's crazy
had a dream
That one day we would all walk in victory
I gotta keep the faith
So I'm going up to the top
Even if I have to break all these dang
to test the sky
You gotta be the best to try
Hoe ass niggaz dress too fly
To be talkin' bout lockin' heads
With a nigga that's Texas size
You fraud at,
fucking up my mood
Your manners are so rude
(Chorus)2×
If you don't like The things that we do
Then you can go
Go fuck with yourself
Let me start by
fueled by your heart
But the dreams in his eyes were untrue
He had bigger plans for the band
By demand, we came back to this darkened cell
You're gonna
broke
Always on my ten toes
Uh uh uh uh uh
Walker Texas Ranger with the bangers you're a privileged guest
Watch out you're in danger if you're dumb enough
in this place
Like electrons, I’m in an excited state
I get to hear these people say that life is a race
And it’s not, you’re gonna find me in my own
the salesgirls up at Saks-
Up a tone
You gotta have a real taste for maniacs-
Thank you! You're hired
Oh! I'm Beth
I'm Frank
I really thought I
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
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