Lyrics:
Chinese
The white girl said, "My name is Dawn
And I love your gear by Louis Vuitton"
The black girl said, "My name is Jane"
And she couldn't keep her hands
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
‘cause I got it in my hand
Here I come, girl, come to grind the axe
Here I come, puttin' on my pumpkin mask
They ain't never gonna find a trace
But if they
sometimes I'm Vincent Gallo.
I might as well play in the water since it's shallow.
keep my real name out of your mouth unless I'm present,
life can get
gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say if your girl starts actin' up,
and plans
We met as kids back when I was holding my mamas hand
Real nigga
But listen Jack was easily triggered
Always different and plus it didn't help that
coupe that's a lifestyle
Turn your girl to my wife with a big smile
I'm like calm down
I'm too all out
Got money in my hands plan to ball out
Remix, I
gone, leaving your heart shattered
Pick up the pieces, I’m wiping off the dirt
A fragile heart destroyed by a fragile man
Broken promises so ima make it
girls trip, Latifah
Uh, man this is Westside goals
They appreciate you too late, that's just how shit goes
Now get your hands up high, make sure you keep
girls trip, Latifah
Uh, man this is Westside goals
They appreciate you too late, that's just how shit goes
Now get your hands up high, make sure you keep
hold on)
But the memories keep fading
It was all good before you came through
Can't deny i had a blast tried my best to leave all that shit in the past
I
Blood diamonds with the drip
Like I'm Leo DiCaprio
Money will turn your brother Abel to Cain you know
So I keep n****z at bay, Guantanamo
Going off
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
to live
This might be your only chance
You been fucked up off the drugs
I think this your last dance
I've been praying so much
God could you hold my hands
I mean it’s simple can’t fuck wit us
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work i cut off my hands
I don’t even touch the work
I pray these
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
I could change your life
Girl just wait and see
I want diamonds on my rollie
I want diamonds on my neck
I
Flex on my ex wit my checks
Keep lurkin bitch you should
Flex on my ex no stress
Keep lurkin bitch Im good
Stalking ass bitch with a dead end job
Screaming in pain like Joseph (Oh my God)
I don't want a gold star, make it platinum
My fist cracking on your face like a magnum
Now you gotta walk around
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
a gun threat
When they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet (huh?)
So bring the money by tonight, cause your wife
Said this the biggest knife
resides....................
Inside...
Oh Death...
You Terrifying Angel Of Hades...
You'll never!
Wrap Your hands!
Round Me!
I've been Engendered By The Living God!
And I Am
don't shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick
I be like, "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep
dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the attic
Never knew any other girls or boys
Only my
it
You got the world in your pants
My heart in your hands
Ass softer than some jello
I'm gon' knock your boots into stilettos
Have your [?]
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