Lyrics:
my own lyrics
I got plenty of spirit
I take a bitch by the head and just spear it
A jamie lynn spear hit
I got a mom fetish
I swear i can talk lettuce
not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
to your daddy,
What did I do that was so wrong?
My God, I was only following the sexual impulse like I heard on the Johnny Carson Show from a book
This that food for thought, my school ain't tought me good
No one greedy inside my hood
But a tablespoon of this baking soda gon' make it good, like it
in my palms!
Yea and the girl of my dreams in my arms
Play with that booty like pirate no argh
We make a movie and we rate it R
She said that she never
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just
creation
Welcome aboard my spaceship
Where words become the clay and
Sculptures of sound I make 'em
Masterpieces
This my master thesis
One of my baddest
"You know daddy's home."
Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action
Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time
"You know daddy's home."
Uh-huh,
the hood like lo mein
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all
If I drop another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody riding big
I just sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
deserve to make a change
Uh, All you know when the album drop my name gonna Blow like BANG!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
[Incomprehensible] covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks
And I drive a [Incomprehensible] but keep my Lexus by my older shops
Streets
wasn't ready to receive it
Fact I make him leave it
Before he popped some shit I did the opposite and stole 'em
Back his lady tried to hold him, like
Whip it out on my lil bottom cause it make his hole quiver
Treat em how they treat me so bitch I ain't shit
You can't play a playa I could never be
cause
Lord knows where I would've been without their guidance
And like their prayers and shit
I almost reached the end but, they pulled me back
My daddy
Rosa Parks
I know that this go too hard
I make y'all shit look easy
Like walking through roses in Parks
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
See I got goals I'm tryna reach, put money aside
I want a house out by the beach, what a lovely surprise (yeah)
I'm talking out in Fiji where my
some slick shit
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit
Make it some quick shit, but rip shit
Then I'm out, just like the trash on a Thursday
some slick shit
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit
Make it some quick shit, but rip shit
Then I'm out, just like the trash on a Thursday
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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