Lyrics:
her she ex just ain't better than me
Run up respect, like i'm meeting needs
I go by trk but i'm pushing P
Shawty to player to keep
Thinking she playa by
that Kel was rocking
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class, Lee would get the math
to get ya folks (Rat)
Instagram'd it live, when they hit ya home (Thats opp' shit)
Hella bay (Yee) hella bay
Hella bay (Yee) hella bay
Hella bay, hella bay
sinnin', I'm winnin' (winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her "stay
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold
Moon14day-1985-600c
Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
you can't tie me down
Jimmy Lee, everybody know me by now
I'ma be gone when the sun come smilin'
In the meantime we can have a good time and
Refrain:
man
Shoutout to shadow nigga be on pandabuy
You could hit wit a 762
Im might just shoot a nigga just for standing by
Some of these hoes only be in my
Lee
You know what the fuck goin' on man
Hah
What
What
Huh
Aye
It's been a minute since I hit the bitch
She hit my phone on that miss me shit
Ion
cutthroat
Stack up my cheddar ill get by the buttload
That is my twizzy, my bruddah, my cuzzo
She got a body I won't let her fuck tho
(Dougie, shut the fuck
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
with my shadow clone
When she hit me on my phone
Cut her off and end the line
Never know who by my home
They don't want the smoke, No
They don't want
like Bruce lee at the end of a movie
But In this movie we really shooting (Pow Pow Pow)
After I drop this album gotta stay 10 toes deep
While your home
of throwbacks
I'm dancing not like the club but more like the song from Lee Ann Womack
So wrap it up sonny you done failed your audition
I ain't drop an album yet
by the Aether malekith, a dark elf
Woke up and tried to reach her
Thor took her back to Asgard and
Tried to remove the substance
But Malekith killed
tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
feeling me
Trapping through the day
Stack these packs up to the ceiling
Scheming by the bay
With a bitch
Got her PHD
She an oral doctor so I gave her oral
getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
Nigga robbed my lil cuz guess he mad bout that two three
You can get two for the three bitch I feel like i'm migo lee
Try to jump in this water you
(feat. King Jacob, The Professor)
[Intro: King Jacob]
Ight, I am not a crook
..I'm a pimp
Uh, Yeah
Murphy Lee da Skool Boy
Yo professor where
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha
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