Lyrics:
happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
'Cause you love me, and I love you more
It's sick, but who could ever predict we'd be
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
(yeah-yeah)
It's your turn (oh, it's your turn yeah, yeah)
So do your best (do your best to)
To make me happy and keep it goin' on (goin' on)
It's your turn
Na I ain't happy dog
I ain't happy
That's why I'm rapping y'all
Happy
It's something that you must fake
I ain't happy
With single every drug that you
the numbers?
How much did you sell?
What's the radio spins?
How much shampoo can you sell with
Your face on it and shit?"
Remind me again why we in this shit?
and that's facts jack
I say You're the Christ
(I say it out loud)
Been healed by your stripes
(Yessir)
Ain't gotta think twice
(No way no way)
I give You my
feelings
She just trippin’
Yeah, pockets got obese
I’m bout to fly to Greece
By myself, all alone
She want a condo and kids
I gave your shit a listen, it’s
to my brother I'll never be a enemy
You can trust me with your heart to the bone gristle
I will never turn my back this that authentic living
I'm
know that I rip it
All I need is a minute
Get up in it and leave it obliterated
And you want to test me?
You're fucking with a killer, bitch
"Ripper"
all fell apart.
Panda King: I hate you, Sly Cooper, you've ruined me... ruined the Panda King.
Sly Cooper: And I've hated you, but that doesn't make any
with it, make it intentional
Hardly a visual, hard to ignore me
I grew up on Keith and Too $hort and E-40
A triple OG, a G 'bout to be forty
Still
change your esteem
You was made for a king
Do he really love you?
He ain't give you a ring
I e-rase the hate
That made you mean
Got you 20 lookin' 50
Yeah, walking at the street
Talking in your dreams, do you notice me?
I've been trynna do everything to make you happy
But the fact that you're not
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
land a hit
God showed me how to take a hit,
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it;
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never
round ass gripping on this dick
Put your love on me, let me feel that thique
Bust it, bust it open, so sweet
Boy, let’s freak, ha
Pretty brown patite, so
away
Pack it up tie it up take it off
Negativity nah nah nah take it off
If na money make e come cos na that Time them go start to dey show you Love
to take a hit
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never taken back
They taken back, by my
finally get here
Does that make it right
And I don't want to kill this
Knowing that you feel it
But you found me in the right place
At the wrong time
Mmm
Hey, ho
Here we go
California, by the sea
I could be livin' in the lap of luxury like on TV
And that's all good
But it'll never make me feel
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
overdose of love
E ye ye you sweet my heart and soul
I dey find someone I dey find I need someone like you
E ye ye you make me feel happy
E ye ye you sweet
and they'll be feelin' those vibes
So tell me what you need that you have got
Fiending on power will make your blood clot
It starts with the greed and then goes
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