Lyrics:
yours, get yours
Shootin' dice on length with a couple of G's
Dust off my knees, twist off my cap and breathe
Jump in the six-four, sittin' on D
Spit
niggas paid in full
Built brick by brick, my niggas paid in full
Hey, we play for equity, we don't live dormant
Ever since blonded, feeling so gorgeous
gonna be the hardest thing I
Think I ever had to do
Gonna tell you everything I left out
Of Parts 1 and 2
Like remember when I told you
That I knew Pauly
One two three four
Ooh ooh
While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand
While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land
While
One two three four
Ooh ooh
While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand
While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land
While
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
tomorrow
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line."
Then the section foreman said, "Hey! Hammer-swinger!
I see you your own hammer boy but, what
I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's
I'ma give you the world for life, with or without a deal
Put you through a lot and that shit brought you to some tears
Yo baby girl ain't a baby no more
by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for
Clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho
Lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
his Benz hovers
Smoke blowin' from the chrome exhaust, of his Boxer Porsche
(Look at him, lickin' his lips when his joint pull off)
Ever since
but hold my own with no gat
T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?"
The heat is catching up to niggas running 4 flat
At the club
know, do my part
I said it's Swwwweeett Ddeeaaalll
'Cause I'm Sweet Deal
Hey, let me explain some'n to ya
You ain't go'n never... ever, ever... ever
I pour a dose or two, sippin on a four-by-four. Blowin dough though but I'm still awake like I'm on no doughs. High on the sky but my eye's low. Yeah
dazzling when bright lights are flashing
Its out of this world you can only imagine
I was born and raised by this city, Im'ma die for this city
This is my
where we stand by popular demand
Let's have a hand for the 4 man band
Other MC's in the dust trailin
We got quick on the horns just wailin around
So if
deε ah (say I do)
Never ever seen a fresh girl like you
I wanna marry you (say I do)
'Want you to be my wife (say I do)
Sε wo twe ma me deε ah
muthafuckin' Chrismas and a ho ho ho!
while I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe
now dashin' through the snow
in a candy right top 6-4
over the hills I go
dashin' through the snow
In a candy red top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun
anymore
Yeah let me get the greens, I'll be home by four
If you wanna pour up, then I need me a four
Yeah, anything less, ain't gon hit to the core
I
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
And now they wanna get it in on the balcony
So getcha roll on, getcha roll on
Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on
Hey, yeah, I got like four phones
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