Lyrics:
fashion,
smoked out
(CUFF YO CHICK)
gimme just one chance,
I swear to god,
i'll be the one,
let me turn it back,
i swear to god i'll turn it up
(REAL TRAP
socks son
Is you ready for the hardcore
The hardcore
And after Krumb Snatcha snatch yo' worthy possessions
I got strict orders to clap you
Takes one to know one and I pity you so far
You were stranded on the sidewalk with a critter in your jar
Cuz yo momma said not to drink
The cool kids
That's yo girl ima leave her ass alone
No phone
She a crystal bitch but won't be saved by a stone
First she can take the bone
1 bullet 1 bullet that's all
that I'm armed
Gotta stay woke no alarm
Got weed by the farm
We ball like some yarn
I put a X' on my kicks , huh
Off-White just like a brick, huh
I
'm just about done
Get ready for the du, the du, come on
[Chorus]
T.E.D.D.Y. yo, the bears are here and I'm Swing Fly
T.E.D.D.Y. yo, the bears are
your heart or did he get the job after you
You know should be paid twice his pay
Because twice as smart as him
Yippie yi yo yippie yi yay
It's hard
nobody's friend exception, Satan,
their muthafuckin mack daddy pimp undetected by satellite dish
Their diabolical plan is to destroy yo ass and take yo shit
pursued it
Blood on my palms
Yo high point ain't go off
Yo whammie jammed u soft, mm hmm
Ate the pussy like ah steak but eye'ma vegan
Dropped by & u
a freak
c Boss Lady in the streets
See c Sea by the Beach
Be c Goddess and a Queen
To me confess all your dreams
Hopefully we'll fulfill our needs
Life
our time and youth just to be a slave
Got us workin overtime just to make peace
Got us lookin forward to the first and fifteenth
When you working nine
time
But I just wanted to know what's on ya mind
Whether work is hard to find, unemployment line
Or got a job or ya blind doin' overtime
Don't be
dressed to kill
I'm going bananas
You can wait till later to catch up on the gossip
That "He said, She said"
Yo, just drop it.
That is not it
What I
Griff, bro
Disco glo... way outta yo reach
Like I'm sittin right next to the distro
Connected unaffected by a drought
Manufacture dope keep it comin out
like, "Why, good evenin'"
Flush yo' whip 'cause he couldn't
Put the key in it
My nigga took off, I don't know the reasonin'
He not the type of nigga
Can I Start This Song By Telling You My Lady
I Would Do What Ever For You
Boy You Know I Need You Boy You Know I Love You So Lets Stay
Together
the gangsta rap
Last breath of an MC
I hit the weed like a champ as I let raps fly
And best believe when I die man in my mind I'll be high
I saw old mc's that
[biz markie]
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All
Ayo, yo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup
Up, let the Alize fill them up
Thug passion, love passion, niggas, who be actin'?
Grey Goose, cranberry juice
Now I'm a speak and leak over gods war drums
Have you, fuckin' with me
I'm a shongo sons
Yo, you drew first blood I
Can't forget this one
You think I
the thizz unless you killin it
this the last verse then im sellin it
after this,niggas gon be stealin it
this is hip hop wit no johnny gil in it
yo we new
spills, but you still wouldn't believe it
No control, alt, delete it
I'm on my way to be it
The time it takes to space travel ain't worth the distance
If I
the thizz unless you killin it
this the last verse then im sellin it
after this,niggas gon be stealin it
this is hip hop wit no johnny gil in it
yo we new
uh, yo (AC, the motherfuckin' diva)
Yo
New gun come with a drum, but no beam (brra)
I get in the booth, no turkey, I go ham (come on)
Shoutout
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