Lyrics:
, yes, on the mic
I said the girls keep comin' back every night
'Cause I dress so fresh, my voice is clean
I can rock party people, yes, even the Queen
In
to confront
Got the knife to stab
And make you bleed
Your full of greed
Just doing a good deed
Curb Stomped your head
Here you lie dead
Blood spread
ya rap awards
Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards
Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours
Hardcore, something that my
to overcome, I’m just more watchful now
My hands run harder than ya mouth, but I’m less hostile now
But one stick to my brick house and I’ll blow ya casa down
on it, be like a pasta
And you just don't come, don't you know I'm a raw nigga
I need to tell her nah, girl, you my headache
Fuck you so good, I made
And I turn on yo girl like a channel
I can never take a break, I can never go to sleep
Even when I'm at the top, they try to knock me off my feet
I can
slide in
We can keep it private
Hit you from your front to your back to your side and
Girl I'm known for action
Sexual satisfaction
I'm the one that
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
Barney, bitch, my gang is gnarly Speedin' in the foreign, pussy good
Think her name is Lauren, math in the bag Tom Brady, I got Patrick on me, 45 rails
Cop
a note and a rope around her neck
And it read, "My love will never die for you, even when I'm dead"
Why would this girl that I love
Carry me to murder
Tell
last mixtape
Or when you got some get it girl on your first date
Better yet, your first fish on the Lake
Next hot, young piece pass by, say "hi"
"How you
on you
So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef stroke it up
My man, got your thing, in your hand, say, "I, I think I can!"
Damn this never happened
a sweater already
Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
(You know it like a poet, my
coming over here, I'm gon' kill him here
Huh, yeah, good luck looking for the body
Done with your girl, no, taking up a boatload
She my target shooting
a deep breath then
Bend her knees like a free throw
I don't want me no good girl
I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I'll make a movie
It's
better start digging down with your pail of tin
I got shat on by an eagle, baby
Now I'm king of the neighborhoodm and it feels like I could
Just peel
the sun next to my hot tub
To remind myself why I bought the home in the first place
I looked off at the pines off in the foothills and called my friend
dead, it's just a homeless man named Fred
Always asking for a quarter and asked me to marry his daughter
So he can get off the cruddy corner
I know this
me if you're really living life (dead)
Wounded men wounded me and I still keep it going
I need your new man to be woundable
I need to know it
I need
don't know anyone like me on earth
Fuck with my bitch and I'm leaving you dead
Dropping a hunnid a bag on your head
I don't care bout myself I just care
on your jock
Look, it's goin' down when I step in the spot
VIP section on lock, I got the club lit
She like, leave with me now
Off to her spot, got my hand
the tradition of giving diamond engagement rings is something hallowed, historical and healthy. Dead f*cking wrong my friend.
It’s a modern development, a dirty
running through your hood
I'm feeling like I should, I wish a motherfucker would
Bobby be my name
I'm 'bout to run a train
On this girl with all my
think they know the truth of what's going on
Got my hands dirty, left the stain in
That it only be for you I'm just showing off
Who else but for you that
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