Lyrics:
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
a crown
But where is it now mamma listen
Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
minute, for the hell of it
Been a long minute, but I needed it
I guess you never heard about the heartbreak king
Who had lost his crown by escaping
A life
Walk the streets of glory, let men lift their voice
Oh that lets, give our best, merry to rejoice
Oh I want to see Him, look upon His face
Oh we too
(Ertu)
(Lucas)
Ow, yeah, got a stash spot by the lake (uh-huh, yeah)
Ask how I'm doing man I'm great (yeah)
Nine ounces drying on the plate
you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin'
I'ma prison cell six by nine
Livin' hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many
nigga was on his hustle
I introduced him my name
Said I'll see him on the
Bubble in the future, my dude I salute ya
Contributing the real shit
Talk about
Ivanka, stiff arm her while I'm hittin' on Melania
And this song's for all ya
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some
It's quiet here without ya
And I've been thinking about ya
Feeling of nostalgia
I hated my job, I loved coming home
I would lay in bed with you for
to funeral, I'm 8000 miles away, my nigga
How you console a man who standin' by the grave, my digger?
Just think about the weight his shoulders gotta weigh, my
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper, baby, however it come
From singing this song to moving yay by the ton
I bet you never seen
fa-so-la-ti-da (don't you never say)
Don't blame me 'cause you washed up, lost your spot (my little girl's name in a song again)
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
been told ya niggas I'm the one
I'ma be up, I'ma be a don
I'ma be up, I'ma be a don, yeah
Niggas is fake, bitches unfaithful
She gon' still bust it open
Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside to the country
Ya feel me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
Check the chorus
only right that I share my experiences with y'all
'Cause I've been places you'll never imagine (that's right)
But I'ma start it at home
When I see
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
only right that I share my experiences with y'all
'Cause I've been places you'll never imagine (that's right)
But I'ma start it at home
When I see
man
I would ride right by
Bump the music high
Kick the dust off on his ass
I get the cash and do the dash
Cuz that's what the game taught me
There ain't
bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
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