Lyrics:
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
Yea
Yea
Yah yah yah yah yah
Yea
Yah yah yah yah yah
Yea ay
My Mind on the money I
Promise that's all that I wanted back When I was Coming up
I got
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the mind?, toes hands and the nine
The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept
'round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
I know its through them plenty figures
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
down memory lane
Logic arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain
Never scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same
I got tracks
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
Its never been the same
Taking it day by day
My friends come by to say
You should get over her
But its not that simple
It never was
Had me second
and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind
laissez-faire, lazy eye. I'm a sexy babe with a simple mind. I know Katy Perry lines, but I don't know any Shakespeare. I know Coldplay songs, but I don't know
want is to stay a while to show you a good time
Everything could be so simple
Girl, you are too fine
And I just needa make you mine
I'll just keep it
Uh
Aha
Yeah
Tch, you don't wanna fuck around
C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
I'ma get you with the middle and right
best, you just simple as the rest
She just fucked you one time, got you giving up a check, damn
I'm in Barbados eating steak and potatoes
Salad with light
The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas
true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You
Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
invented mines
Yeah, new chores, got some bread in mind
I want the new Rollie, but the simple kind
Oh, you wanna fight me? You can get in line
The way I
the album, I was floatin' on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got 'em clothes up the flow
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just? so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
Marley's
to ultimate fame
Now can you explain how you got in involved this game?
[SHYSTIE]
First of all you need to watch your mouth and mind how you chat
Cause you're
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