Lyrics:
Yeah, I mean this is what real niggas do, you know what I'm saying, real recognize, real
The weak get weeded out, that's how the game go
Solo album
in your rhymes like I'm scared of you, never
So gutta, A so gutta
That's what the bitch said when I told her ass I ain't love her
So gutta, A so gutta
the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all
Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough
They be creeping at night
Ha what you say
I told that young nigga if you ain’t talking money get up out my face
I get went to pickup a shipment
commit to what you said
Never thought that I’d wish I was dead
Now I’m haunted by the voices in my—
Otherwise they’d be one person
I am one person, and I
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your
KILLARMY - DAY ONE * LYRICS
* the album version is edited
[Intro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)]
(Eh-yo 9th, you sent that CREAM for me son?)
No
it)
Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
I told 'em that I kissed you
But you clean as a whistle Wet as a tissue in the toilet
Love to hit that spot get you hot like I boil it
Even let ol'
mother, (Damn)
She starts flipping and bitching and crying
And I'm like, you need'a realize honey that
I don't fuck with you, (Yeah)
I said, I don't fuck
[intro:]
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can't be wit you no more lil mama.
[chours:]
And that's why I'm leaving you
Sick of everything that
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
serving the streets
You'll think I own applebees
Glocc on my hip
And that bihh looking blacc as me
Your chick at spot
She leaving with ashy knees
Busting
"It's okay" been a minute I admit
Told me that she got her Heart stabbed by a prick
So, second time turned into a Tarantino Flick
She a Jackie Brown
Until she sprayed out and laid out
Ineffections of blood
A lil' thick chick that'll click quick
Do anything for the dick dick
You know what else that
that you think about your physical health
You'll never see your fucking album on a physical shelf
I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You
the key is all you
But with the album about to come I might just let em all loose
See av been really holding back,funny you thought that you knew
Am slowly
the best friend route (oh)
That shit was so fun I don't care what any of you guys say
The hottest girl I ever met tickling my arm, going to the mall with
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
I don't need a boss chick
Doesn't have a off switch
Doesn't need to no help
Says she'll get it by herself
I want a women that loves herself
That's
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