Lyrics:
I'm living proof that nothing we do
Is engineered by our own hand
Well I hem and I haw and I scream til I'm raw
But I move like a marionette
Sometimes
Buttercup energy turn the straight raw (Paradise Papi in yah ear)
Got you addicted to eating hot dogs
No More
the songs
I'm smokin' super exotic, nigga, don't pass me no bong
Soft girl, era, she fuck me so raw I did some crazy shit, I got inspired by
Saw If I got it,
even wanna pop out, dodging hoes in the club
Told me she don't wanna stop now, watching money running up
Thought she wanna be a pharmacists she got drugs
pour it on me
Raw tal3nt On my hat
2 4 7 on my socks
You can tell how I rock
By the diamond in my clock
I would give you a hand
But my hands don't stop
Kicking back in the coup
I got loops relax, I'm hotness
Monotonous fans is running bizzack
L please don't leave the game like thizzat
Never in a million
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
in their raps
How does that transpire
To be so damned by God, you want your friends to be goddamned liars?
All we talk about are our goddamned
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
rap goddess
Cause me and pmd we get ours regardless
So get the bozack.. p..
[parrish smith]
Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses
Forty deep how we creep uh
We come form the street
When see that jeep you aint saved by the bell
Thats when the tires screech
With a devilish reach
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
Michelle Obama won't stop sexting me
Fat people look awesome in Spandex
Nobody's ever got killed by Aaron Hernandez
2Pac's alive, Smurfs are black
Witches
your location, we'll pull up right where you at
Slide by and snatch off his Gucci, go buy that fool a new hat
I'm like Biggie in Coogi, my girl so pretty
What happened to Jah’s child
Maynard James Keenan
He must be counting bodies like sheep
Outta raw dog reservoirs
By God you will not kill me in my home
your location, we’ll pull up right where you at
Slide by and snatch off his Gucci, go buy that fool a new hat
I’m like Biggie in Coogi, my girl so pretty
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
inside couldnt believe my eyes Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way Tell by the earl pull the Bently in front Hit me with a G thang, fuck a blunt Tell
mother fuckin' boyz
In the club tonight, we don't give a fuck
If we gotta run the fuckin' fight
Especially with them mother fuckin' boys over there
You
raw
I don't want no petty ass order
I'ma need 'em all
Her tit's don't sit up like I like
She gon' need a bra
Bro just pulled up in a Scat'
Askin' me
rhyming
Stage six round corsica
Tear arsing
Look right see me passing
Or passing by
Smash you leave you glass in your eye
Cause your blind to the oracle
purple and it stank
You see coming up in rank
A general in tanks
You see my neggaz
Float by
We flying to the bank
You can blame that colored herb
For us
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