Lyrics:
whole style and feel
How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
with me for my money
Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin' the grief
Baby moms starts sexin', my so-called beef
Don't give a fuck if they Marked
with me for my money
Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin' the grief
Baby moms starts sexin', my so-called beef
Don't give a fuck if they Marked
to taste me
I make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety
And on the dope they caught from the flash
And swing like a bit when he's caught in
for days
Hit her now she cravin' in a dick daze
Plus I'm faded Henny got me wavy
And she wet she navy i jus re'd up
Nuts hangin balls dragon
Like vegeta
that
She got a bomb ass pearl, but it's more than that
She knows what it is and she play a role
Every girl's not built for it, it takes a toll
She
down
You ain't the one to
Bring me down, bring me down
Hunnin band, hunnin band, hunnin band
Raining on her ass call her piggy bank
I aint got time for
me off balance, put a limp in my step
But I pray for my nigga you know its one love
But let me tell you some shit that's kinda fucked up
Besides
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital
man fuck that
Tell that
And you know lighting up the b foreal
Yeah
Then dat Michael Myers come out
You heard me
Imma let You niggas Know Tho
I aint just on no singing on da album
decks and push for beef, If head for less
I'm headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly
He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me
Tea
me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)
and
Rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off
Bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you
Could be
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
a nigga want here
I feel y'all bitches know I'm holding my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I
and lit
cll cause he tried to sell a tape by sucking marshalls dick
Binge, gobbling, you're not in the top ten thousand artists
Even if you started bobbing
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
goin' suck a nigga dick
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil niggas got yay by
the devil now I'm enslaved by this shit
Hand never sits still how shall I write with the pen
When you made me why did you leave me fucked up in the head
I got enemies, lot of enemies
Want the end of me
And bury me, that by any means
Necessary, yeah
And friendin’ me, no one friendin’ me
They is scared
like the devil's dick
I stuck it in her ass I'm not attracted to intelligence
I like long hair fake tits and malevolence
I did it for the hell of it he
better tell your dawg to shut up, ‘for we come and hit him
Me and my niggas dangerous, we might just come and drill him
If you ain’t about that life, then
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