Lyrics:
got some fake people
Tell 'em take off they mask
But this junk gon' take off
Everyone grab they wings (hah)
You better get back on y'all swings
Back
heart.
If you're scared
Well then it's alright that you are
Whatever brings you back
Be it wings or a prayer
A little dream that you have been
eyed, beatle side, snake head
And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
All that just to shoot you,
Fall Back, this shit is cuckoo
Cha
to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys,
love pass and spill through
your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you
up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin
that bring forth
started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got
technicolor heartbeat
And they say
That it helps you forget everything...
Sweet charity
You drink your poison from a cup of gold
Your gift keeps on giving
mind
By gazing into the transfinite
Let constellations be the focus of your eyes
Celestial luminaries, your faithful guides
Release your aura that you
it's the wettest
You follow my steps like Apprentice
She get on her knees just for practice
I bless her like this is a Baptist
They say that my smile is
You a dime and Ima face, I feel like Uzi I'm this Patek
I get Moody I get madden
What you see is what you get but
What they reap ain't what they reppin'
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
Just got an expensive pack (yeahh)
Black Locs with the golden rims to match
(yeahh)
Nice style, yeah the Fresh Prince is back
(yeahh)
2 wings
since '92
Look at all the bullshit l been through
Sure caught beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then a blue light niggas knew like
Cause I'm a moody bitch
I tend to snap a lot
Gotta take breaks from my blick
Cause on demon time I'm liable to clap a thot
And you hear this shit that I'm
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Shorty please do not think, that I ain't like that
Like I said before, shorty gon' bring it right back
You gon' hear her ass clap, lil' nigga like
I wanta tell you a story 'bout the Dooright Family. That soul singing gospel group from the hills of Tennessee. They travel in a silver eagle with
the profit back and said
"Bless up, what else you wanna hear" (Push em out, push em out)
Shit just tell me that I'm next up (Next up)
Her new nigga he don't
endlessly was the lifelessness in your face when my heart stopped n the docs told you they didn't know if they could bring me back to you
when I risen again
all lanes
All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything
Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, bless king
Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse
You
on the block, you can get that off
Put you on the right lot
You can get that car
Put you on like a fitted
Put you on in my city
Got the stars in the ceilin'
get 'Moody'
And If you don't, now you know, like I'm rapping 'Juicy'
Even if you start to win, won't pass you, you're kudos
People living by the stick
Hop on the beat when I’m bored
Been a dawg since I was born
Back in the day I was warned
Watch who you bring in your storm
Know your slime keep ‘em in
the baddest way
So I gotta get you, gotta get you, get you
Uuuhhhh I said, what's up, baby
You know what it is, when you see that blue Mercedes
Outside H-Town,
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