Search results for 'ya hear me by chingy' Page #717

Ya'll could have saved me a lot of fucking time
If you told me this morning instead of hollaring the line
Thats a queue
Im a get mine
You do you
No

should've quit ya, gone down to Mexico
Cause' here you've left on the killing floor
And this land ain't my land anymore

Now you look at me and you tell me

know

Dumb riches, targeted by dumb snitches
Come at me, ya better run, better run bitches
These young misfits, it’s time to lower britches
Cause these

somethin says my shits bumpin
An Excorsism couldnt get my demons out tha oven
Bad bitches in tha covenant and they hoverin 'round me
Tall skinny foo from

communicate that clear
But evidently I don’t know ya like I think I do
Cos I’m pre-assuming that you’d even let me speak to you
School of hotbox, never learned

U can’t wu tang betta than me
Who can’t?
You can’t 
Dead When I see ya
Toucan flew
When I step on at scene
I fly like dude
M O O Dy
Grime like dude

Fuck yo’ Mammy brand ya’ll inflictions still amaze me
Bump it on my stereo, type of hate will never faze me

Protect our Black women and children

Uh uh 
Oo oo
Uh uh
Yeah yeah
Heard you on that hatin shit well
We cant even hear ya
Once they see that money
Oh
Now they talkin cleara

they hear me waving on this new shit

checks up
I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna
Hear that I’m next up
My time is now
Reaching for them stars
Reaching to the clouds
Put me in a fucking crowd
Bet u

Yea, it’s the Alien man
Look 
Said I Woke up this morning,
Hear the birds n em chirpin,
My soul pure like a virgin,
But in her I be surfin,
I don’t

for anyone 
I take that back I’ll risk it all for my fuckin son
Y’all hear me say that every song and tell me change huh
My flow gone stay the same

Kiss & Caress

By Ojeda Jarrett (Ojeda DOC) 


Chorus 2x:

See how mi love uh

See how mi touch uh 

See how mi fuck uh

Kiss and Caress you

See how

I was put on this earth for a reason
Honey hate to say it but Im never leaving
Even when you tell me I gotta grow up
You can never have enough,

hard
Til they by they self tryna walk the yard
You lookin like food, ain't gettin mail
Gangstas screamin all night, cryin, this is hell
Waking

tell me where to go
You can be my church girl you can be my…

You can be the queen long as I can be the king
I can be your groupie girl, lemme hear you

again)

Hand me the mic, hold up let me go and get this
Taking it back, dropping some fire like Imma be on your setlist
Chilling on em like I was Netflix

My Life...
By Trajik Daking & Lo-Music.

You hear the call
It's your time 
Buckle up let's take this ride
We can make it through the night 
The sun

know I'm the hardest
I'm well-armed surrounded by shells like a starfish
Gun in my pocket that'll tear you to pieces
Iron in my jeans like I don't like

As I procced to give you what ya need
As I rock the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
Rhymes I got plenty stored inside my mind
Other sucker emcees envy cuz they

all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out

me the sodium
Booked an hour in my community garden
Lost to clerical era, so fuck it, get robbing
Take anything not tied down
Rip rods and creeper

Yeah, nice to meet ya, welcome to my other side You don't know me like you think you do
I'm not innocent anymore
I'm broken, not put together yet
I'm

with lips
They Giving you a kiss 
Pulling the switch 
You body jump flinch 
Bend on a dip 
Caught by a blick 
No I don't miss
Now ya done slip
Out