Lyrics:
To war they loosen up
They live and they're more apt
To let live dig?
We dig
Sinatra: You know, I'd love to visit
Russia, and sometime later, China
Too i
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
You're still the
Little boy that you were before
Furthermore, it's worse because you
Feign to be progressive
But when challenged by a woman
You get sexist
at momma health (yea)
Wake up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub
It's hard as hell for this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
Home
Showed up in my lungs
Take a hit now I'm fine
Instead of talk about the pain I'd rather just get high
That there was nothing new
Really I wasn't fine
My
dope, I'm a Dope Boy
The mag light up like a glow toy
I let it go
I got a couple skeleton's in my past to show for it
No disrespect to Mistah F.A.B.
But
Pretty boy Pretty boy Pretty boy Pretty boy Pretty boy t
Say it til they get annoyed say it til they get annoyed
Pull up the plot there's shots
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
do perc's or get Xani'd up
But I keep the smoke
Some people broke, they money funny
Don't repeat the joke
Watch how you speak to folk
Stay on ya toes
, a tough boy, a rough boy
My kind a boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy
I must admit you came by lookin nice man
I put
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
of your arse cheeks
How'd you like to get laid on this
Tomb stone in the middle of the rain forest my gaze
Puts you in a dase I'm loving your long tongue
the right paper, boy
I will take her, shake her, tape her waist up
Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up, ha
Get your cake up, y'all niggas
the right paper, boy
I will take her, shake her, tape her waist up
Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up, ha
Get your cake up, y'all niggas
got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
Diamonds Diamonds on my watch
Diamonds Diamonds on my chain
Iced Iced Iced up like the boy Johnny Dang
Every Every where I go they be lookin at me
c'izz'ame to
Crank up this bitch (Bia Bia)
And get this motherfucker droppin'
Boppin' this shit
See we so high the time'll go by
Rather fast, hit the grass
got me boo'd up, boo'd up
Boo'd up, boo'd up
Grab me by the waist, baby, pull me closer
Yeah
Ooh, no, i'll never get over you until
I find something
ladies get silly, shake ya double D titties
All my thugs throw it up if you a G, off in ya silly
Fuck a nigga, tried to rob me
Had to get the busta
buildin'
Eh yo, real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get
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