Lyrics:
at you
Man, there's some things that never get old
Makin' sweet love to that gal of mine
My first taste of bluebird wine
Eatin' watermelon down
lord
She everything that a man could have
She just sexy by design ahhn ahnn ahhn ahnn ahhm ahnn
She sexy by design ahnn ahnnn ahnn ahnnn
Shorty so
the stash, pop out the mac
Try and pop out ya back
More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat
Come on man
I ain't got time for that love shit
Get outta here
Niggas
there could be more cellphone lights in here)
Hundred percent
(My man with the lighter, I see you)
(Goin' analog, I respect it)
(Couple more
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
Now in the Bible, it says
you're dead
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him
Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
This is going out to
All those fake
counters counting by the hundred thou's
You ain't speaking on progression
Fuck we talkin' 'bout
What I say, goes on more live like my way
Papers got these
When our eyes met, my heart prepped to go pump a hundred reps
Now that's off my chest. You can bet I sweat try to work out bars but I'm hard pressed
not a sayin' my baby's at saint
'Cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal to lay off a my man
If you don't want
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands
? off fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still
who I be, I know your gal know me
Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman
And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man
I'm sitting on Dubs,
I saw your girl by MC New York
Copyright all rights reserved
Boy '88
Ayo, don't wanna diss you but
Your girls a freak
All in my face, every time I
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal
to the studio
You know he do it one take
He said tell me what you think of this
And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man
I really wanted more like
Belgrado
Killing over three hundred men
And horribly mutilating many more.
She did this because her political neck required bloodshed
To prove her wisdom
it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred B's,
that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
ridiculous
Let's stack some more
I'ma stack these hundreds till I can't stack no more
No such thing as stack some more
Stackin' hundreds by the motherfuckin'
would walk five hundred more
to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door.
When I'm working, yeah, you know I'm gonna be...
I'm
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
VIP
Bring more drinks up in this
Feeling like partying tonight
Until the morning light
Partying tonight
Everyone looking fly
Partying tonight
Until
Yo, little ma witch in a hole in my vibe
Me pause in a magical world miralizing mo’
Come on! They hope the dog made mo’ magic
Blood, London man go
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