Lyrics:
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You bumped into me but I reached out to you
That ass was so fat that it had me stuck
If she got fat ass then I gotta touch
You know I got the stash
The black poltergeist,
So Carol ann,
Bring that ass into light,
Had to watch my cousin,
Take the last breaths of his life,
And I think about that moment,
to most of the shit you people actually see
Which mean it's impossible for most people to even care about what it says
"Time to show you why"
Show people
a green goddess
And I think we can do it all by ourselves
Ima try keep the peace all by myself
But when I try and do it all by myself
Always end up cutting
a camera at the all time great
Single handing increase New York's crime rate
That's why I love it in the Empire State
The city where your fat ass can
Think I'm done, well that's not all
I'm triggered by R&B songs
And if you have a normal name
But it's not spelled the normal way
I'll get triggered every
Sitting still as stone watching
Watching
People walking by and
wondering why
No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it
they ever did
What
of the world,
now he is like a roach you´re about to crush,
something to throw in the trash,
all your friends are in shock and say:
“Stop and think it over, stop
follicles
Ya think? A Samoan misfit of science
My brainwaves'll leave you stranded on Gilligan's island
I'm sick of the rhyming, sick of the liars
I'd rather
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
is sweet sometime it’s rough
But in the end you learn your wrong from right
And I think that thing are gonna work out right
Mama died back about
it, who you think you kiddin?
Don'tcha worry about ya family Saint Sinna'z babysittin'
Honky got pissed so I took care of ya
Prematurely bury ya, In
fat and she throw it back like a quarterback
No disrespect to niggas that’s sliding in the cadillacs
But I'm Benz swanging and blowing on the quarter
about harming me
G23 is apart of me
Influenced by Ciroc that Diddy never had and bone thugs and harmony harmony
Yea I remember the bad days
Can't forget
a fuckin´ minute to think about what you've done , when you stood against the gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one , sprayin´ you bitches till
Mhmm!
Yeah!
Most of these niggas don't know how I rock
Or really don't know how I feel
Most of these niggas don't think out the box
I'm trying to go
ya hair turn gray
let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
the tank
I'm a score about eighty on 'em
And go in the paint
(Take it all you need me)
I'm a take a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the bank so uh
It doesn't hurt when I think of you
And all the things we'll never get to do
I don't dream at night about the way we were
I tore out the pictures
What you on
She putting me off
Next day she putting me on
Im rolling the strong
Writing a song
I don't think about it
Say she wanna work it all out
Gotta
Hmm
Counting all the expression's that he put on me
He got maybe like 1 or 2 or 3
Shoot em in the face throw him off the balcony
People think that its
I'm to cold to bold shawty slurp it up like a soup bowl
You know shawty ass fat like ah sumo
Hugo mix it with the henny that's the loophole
Two cold
will see you at the top
Coming to think about it
I may be able to write a hook
As long as a verse
Just did that
Playing with you kit cats
In my universe
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