Lyrics:
me my fix.
God lives inside your TV turn it off and he goes broke and gets crucifixed.
Everything you do. I'll be watching you.
on the wings of eternity like
CLA CLA CLA SHA KLACK KLACK
GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TRACK
as if the heart beat wasn't enough
they got us using drum
whoa [13x's]
This nigga must be crazy,
think he could get up on A.P.
like that uh uh check it out
[verse 1:]
This be the day that i never
[Repeat x4]
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke sticky now
Now for real I be the break 'em off
Ho hopper, trick knocker
Here she comes again with that look in her eyes
I wonder what she has in mind for me this time
She tells me it's cool and that he doesn't know
spit it
How you want it? East or West Coast style
Or Dirty South slowin' it down
Or thuggin' it out bustin' a pound (Uh)
Smilez goes both ways, pick your
Summer wind blowing the grass on a hill
When was the last time that I stood still?
The wondering comes and goes, but it's sometimes clear
I look
GOT AN OLD DOG, JUST A WORTHLESS HOUND
CHASING HIS TAIL GOING ‘ROUND AND ‘ROUND
SPINS SO FAST, HE LIFTS OFF THE GROUND
BUT LOVE DON'T
the right ear
I know you've been lying to me
It's getting rough, off the cuff I've got to say enough's enough
Bigger the harder he falls
But when the wrong
Never loved a hoe, and had he switched
Then you know who's on my dick
I don't know stay up off my dick though
Quick to kick the sick flow, dissin' all
Keep my hands on my shit in case niggas flip the script
One nigga stepped, another nigga crept
Let off the tech, put both they ass in check
Pussy-niggas
I'd get lost. The garage door goes alive at 5:25, meant the old man was here, there was a snap from a hand on an aluminum can when he opened his beer.
yo ass ring ring call the po po
They callin' you John Doe
Red bandanna I'on let it go
Bix gotta riffle he'on let it go
Roll the dices who is gonna blow
to catch a glimpse
Windows they never lie hop out the Mystery Machine I'm pulling off the disguise
Seeing through the facade the truth is in the Divine these
The subtle image of hope that fades out
And she says she's an arsonist,
Making fires everywhere she goes.
That's how it is.
Ominous, eyes wide like she's
n*gga outta luck
So what's the word
B*tch I'm from Louisiana h*e you aint heard
You ain't know
It goes down
B*tch you pretty tryna figure if you wit it
when a nigga act black
Hurt a nigga deep like sickle-cell, yeah
When he went deep in your middle field, yeah
I'd go to sleep on a MILF again, yeah
I'd go
them, and she said that she forgot her man
he did what? tell them that i'm not a fan, soulja proper ?
and yeah i got a lot of fans, everythang goes from ?
off he got me on tag
Playin' games I hope I don't lag
But I'm coolin' when I get sad
Because I got the game in the bag
We come to the end of the song
thinking I really don't notice
You is a h*e and now I really know this
I'm off to the races now I'm really going
I stay spitting these raps I'll always stay
that made Mike Balls laugh
He said "Oh son, you fukcin drew mud the next thing I know my
ringpiece starts to cough up blood"
Because I shit myself, yes
I just came from the guru's website
I'm still washing off the smell
Man, why don't he just go on TV
And tell us all, "pay up or go to hell"
I was
Buy my dad a house because lord knows that he is due it
I'll go off on any beat
Or any song that features me
In my bag like grocery
This is my form
on the calls incoming collect
From my pops
Locked away in a cell
He told me everybody gotta story to tell
But only a few
Can tell they story well
It's true
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