Lyrics:
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
It's a fine line wit this rap shit
Between dope shit and da wack shit
I see a lot of stars, not a lot of bars
But by my name theres an asterisk
I
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
come by this way
Put some shrooms on a PBJ, dig in my mind state
Learned a lot, had to sacrifice just to get what I got
Ain't a lot that know about
crew by the one man team
At a barbecue by the cutlery (Ayo what the fuck?)
I'm a hitman going on a shocking spree, keep your distance, you don't wanna
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling
Nigga we got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by
How can sick can one nigga be
You think I'm off that PCP but its Chewy!
A lot of niggas never heard of me
I said beware of me
Now they scared of me
the shit could pop
Dot them I's
And hit the stops
The gains are lots and lots lots
All registered
By sort and then account
And sealed
Done ticked
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
Uh
He say he want a bad, okay
Uh, okay (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
He say he want a bad bitch (it's me), chocolate and nasty (mm)
A freak, but
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
Some of y'all
Ain't gonna dig this here
Thinkin I got balls
For this mix right here
And I owe it all
To my past wives tears
Cuz I've done it all
hair
Talkin nasty to her ass while I'm pullin her hair
[Chorus (Girl)]
Now that I got you in the bed
I'm gon pull yo hair
Snatch yo ass up by
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
At a party at the hamptons
With a bad bitch spanish
Jet laggin just landed
No panties she nasty
Soulda seen what she did in the back seat
Rode me like a taxi
sent ‘em
But guess what y'all? That's my actual face sir. What?
cnd it's glowing slime green like my tactical laser [Tactical laser]
I made it all
'bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot of things, I ain't never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same
a prodigy, an atrocity
Not a lot of promise in me
Positively not a drop of modesty
My philosophy is the policy
I believe in nothing
Try teaching a beast peace
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
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