Lyrics:
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself, I'm on my own
But homes I could set the tone myself
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote
on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch
ain't my style, these aren't my kinda rhymes
But that opener was gold and
I LOVE RAPPIN' 'BOUT MY WIFE
Now how's that for a track one? How'd you like my
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
damages
I control when the beat gets low
Haters hate my flow
Daters hate my hoe
Fakers hate death row
Vapors love my flow
Flavours like churro
Organic you
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
y'all drown
I dare y'all
Hey yo, Busta Rhymes holdin' the fort
Read the report, MVP of the sport
You need to be taught, come on
Snort whatever you snort,
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
on the radio
Tellin' me with every beat
That I still love you so
Justa 'nother love song on the funky track
Thought that I was over you
'Cause girl I want
you love about Ja is what caught your eye
Painful lies and sweet goodbyes, baby, why?
Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I
a stereotype
Express yourself then you will feel alright all night
'Cause it's party time that's why I'm here
Kicking a rhyme
Get up, get down, get into
definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with
like you want me to
And every time we fuck, you say you love me too (DJ Drama)
Beatin' your back, mm-hmm, uh, pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids
no jokin'
We coming out smokin'
And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking you're lacking
Ayyo check 1-2 I've got my man
That's
WHY
THIS IS WHY
THIS IS WHY I'M HOT
I'M HOT 'CAUSE I'M FLY
YOU AIN'T 'CAUSE YOU'RE NOT
THIS IS WHY
THIS IS WHY
THIS IS WHY I'M HOT
I'M HOT 'CAUSE I
It's your choice I don't even have a say yeah
You'll just go by and I won't even know why
Spittin' on this
Yeah track and dissin'
Isn't the right thing
like it doggy style
Who's standing behind you
But he who penetrating you
You want a trial
You got a daughter and you' fired from "Love & Hip Hop"
I love
like it doggy style
Who's standing behind you
But he who penetrating you
You want a trial
You got a daughter and you' fired from "Love & Hip Hop"
I love
definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with
better learn something, son
You be beatin' on my couches, why don't you try hit the drums
Look, oo you see me ma
They wish they could be me ma
As I got
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
whats up
I can lend you my lollipop
Ain't gonna stop till the morning drops
Pretty pretty boo I got love for you
Baby you know I do
Es que no hay nadie
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