Lyrics:
What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? (chorus 8x)
(juicy j)
It's about 7:30, a nigga out there early early
I'm on the ? burna?
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
get
Thought you knew what I was gonna spit
This time with this rhyme but by the end of it
Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it
Did my thing
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
So So Def
[Chorus]
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
All you Range Roves, it's nothing
So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave
an abortion
You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions
The lyrical composition has been composed by and written
Spitten, created for
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park
And even in the day
woman)
Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!
(reporter)
There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear
(expert)
Now the principal language
You shoot, you better hit it
Get your melon split
Watermelon X6, the neck drenched
The Heckler in your mouth like a breath mint
I wanna be rich forever
me ten points on style
And the paint ain't trippin', drippin'
Look at this dippin', never caught slippin' or missin'
And in case you was doubtin' my
Here we come yo, here we come
I'm just a brotherman, descendant of the motherland
I fuck with blackberries and dimes and butter tens
Good on my
pal switch
I be dripping and swagging
Just see how my style switch
From the hood I just counted, money & stunted
Young rastafari I'm laced up
like commercial
J, pass me the zoot
Play pound up, I'm lardy or two
Fuck dem man, you got ten man
But he'll get licked down by the army of two
posloucháš nás, píčo, jenom čumíš
Je to mladý, divoký a hodně drzý
Jsme rapovej South Park, hard jako southside
Neměl bys dělat rap, ale policajta
Jump, jump,
Ndithandazel izinja zam, I pray we all make it
X6
Verse 1: SvM3K
Hello World I’m SvM3K, I Ain’t see no changes
People jealous of my style,I can feel their faces
your right, your left, your right
To your left, your right, your left, march with me!
It's to your left, your right, your left, your right [x4]
What
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
like the colors in yo sweater
Hit me on the hill I get pills and etc.
X slash V slash slash D
Slash Viagra for your high performance needs
Boy and that
could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
[Chorus: x2]
I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete
Now, told by the older god
Chorus 4X
"One, two, yeah and you don't stop"
"One, two, huh and you don't stop"
"Ah check it out"
[O.C.]
Style like somethin the microphone fiend
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