Lyrics:
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
rocket
Escape pod, I seen God
The words of a sinner
One small step for man
Now a full sprint to the finish
If timing is everything, I mean
What's
raised by the wolves, ate 'til they full (I was raised by)
Run through the night, playing with ya life
Go against the pack, that's risking ya life (I was
this
Bitch and i be ripping your bones apart by flipping these
Words I'm more gripping this curse these thoughts are Sporadic
The way i look at the mic
a ling, schoolbell a ring, knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin.
Booyaka! Booyaka! call for Shabba Rankin
Shabba Ranks jus' appear and tear annadda man
Belly Lyrics
Look
Hustle like an cfrican mother out the motherland
Tryna get a hunned bands
But sumn bout these streets man I don't understand
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
rammys
Mr Ktm man I miss my friend
So for Josh ama pour this remy,
Still tryna hit da belly
The grind stay steady
Said way I get Shelly Shelly,
Red card
name is Iverson
I lost my ring, but I'm trying man
What if police started dying man?
Up in the streets, where they fire man
By any means, I'm a Malcolm
enough
Are you man enough to call my bluff
I know things that you don't know
So take it from me cause I said so
Belly up in a waste of time, do you believe
in the morning
Out by 7, then London I go
Nighttime, she comes around quick
She jumps on the dick
I dump her a load
Balls empty, belly is full
But
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
Well, it's a rainy night in Paris,
And I'm sitting by the Seine,
It's a pleasure to be soaking in the European rain,
Now my belly's full of fancy
I want why'all to bust some shit man
And tell these niggas man, that why'all invented
That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body
And they
Oh girl i miss those good times
Oh girl i wish i could rewind
And then i'd wish i could pause time
Know how it feels one more time
To have you by my
of the covenant
These universal truths remains self-evident
R-O-C stands strong like Sphinx do (uh)
Now who gwan come test the champion sound?
Limb by limb, we
IT'S ALMOST THAT TIME OF YEAR
THE MAN IN RED'S ABOUT TO BE HERE
YOU CAN LEAN ON HIS BELLY
WHISPER WISHES IN HIS EAR
BUT DON'T GO PULLIN' ON SANTA
a belly full of lobster and caviar
He can choose the wine from a vintage year
He will drink champagne in his limousine
Where the rest of the street
dinner then
Dinner then get some desert
Gotta finish your entree first
Eating so good till we full
Now we good and full
And our belly's hurt
Now our
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
hunter
I let the fuckin' dogs out and
They're breeding in big numbers
It sorta' irks citizen exes
And vexes check collectors
Hexed by the flex of a messy
are starlight to the nations
Genesis 12:3, riches are stored, we wealthy, we paid up
Visions of war in the belly of the beast, so I gaze up
And say
the terpsichorean motion behind the dermal veil
It's precious sustenance that sucks at the dripping hole
They'll endlessly eject until your belly is full of them
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