Lyrics:
past us scoop up your daughter
She want to roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang!
[Jay-Z]
...
take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said,
take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said,
screwed up and chopped
(don't call me on my name)
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Show your gold grill, make these boys chill
With the diamonds in your
birthed of the reseeding plant
Is called a volunteer, like the plum tree
That marched beside the raised bed
In my garden, like the arugula that marched
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin' up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
You're gonna see a shadow
Midnight playing tricks with your head
A silhouette float down the hallway
And you'll reach for the light by your bed
the deep cut in between my thighs
You covered in blood rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
Rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
Rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
your choice
Dead or alive, smothered and fried
The way you better uncover your eyes, I'm in the skies
Witta 9 tryin' ta take out your spine
Nobody know
we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing
And your hand's upon my knee
So we're okay
We're fine
Baby I'm
up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin' up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
the heather green
And made for her a bed,
and taken has he his gay mantle
And o'er it has spread.
Take off your clothes now King Henry
And lie down by my
so young and strikingly beautiful in your mourning for Mahler
So lonely, so seductive in your widow’s veil, they said
When I did my first portrait
hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I'm the one like four quarters
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I'm
his soul away 'cause she a soul sister
One over your head, one under your nose, nigga
If you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, nigga
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
smooth right there
Blood diamonds sitting real chunky in my right ear
Killas, skin your ass with no contracts
And little niggas got nowhere to hide but
gon be a problem best
Believe I'm solving it
Money making mission gotta steady politics
Seize in the whipbone actavis
Got your bitch leaning up on my
it could be gone in a flash (pain)
I'm running from my past (Bane)
That's why I wear the mask
Hope you bought a package of Kleenex (yeah)
Package
tonight
Will I see the next dawn
Can you tell I'm hurting by
My worried, little eyes
Does it ease your
Mind your step
You're in over your head
So lie
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