Lyrics:
away from drama, I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it
with 'em
Care for 'em, be more than 'hi' and 'bye' with 'em
It's been a while, I can't front like I ain't phased
She was my reality check cuz we
everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
do anything you hire me to."
Spoken:
"Now ain't you somethin'! So high and mighty with all that muscle! Just go
Ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer,
and shovel too, ain't no machine can
That's been proved to you"
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
ain't throwin' no more
Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it?
That's
no more, ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed
I'm a living anal probe
I'm a lame-a-phobe
Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin?
there, woman
Putting people down is less best to you
It just don't pay, Hey, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I want people today by starting with a smile
Be
see we getting love 'cause they see the Pros is winning
'Cause we giving love back so they peeping how we fitting
Ain't gonna have no sus' nigga
envy
see that belly that ain't mine
if out of line
had a woman bust it taking that matter right
I be getting scratched
so I must ask now wheres
do anything you hire me to."
Spoken:
"Now ain't you somethin'! So high and mighty with all that muscle! Just go
Ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer,
it from my cock I don't feel shit
So check me the original joe pesky freak the sexy
I got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop
playing
Ain't no mercy she looking for bread you got it she'll be staying
Mesmerized by these chicken heads
Rapping bout just given head
Shake n bake
Get
feel guilty, when you're with me creeping
(Right)
Act like an adult for once
You're the type of girl, thats gonna to open up
And I'm the type of guy
Wonder restraints
OOO
Mr. Nice Guy! Say no nice Guy
Ah Yeah
Mike Dean Know The Beat Ya
That's a fucking lie I know by the way
I know by the way
I
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
you ain't gonna want for shit
Not cause you stuck with a nigga, because you deserve the shit
Young black queen, you need one on your team
When it rains
pills free popping with no shooters
Got no time to kill
Best that ain't gonna quill I'm still
Working on my rhyming skill
I need a mail for wifey
I wanna
your big boobies
I need your big boobies
I'm gonna feel your big boobies
I don't really understand I, I wanna be more than friends
I, I just wanna hold
got bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack,
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac
So after school I take a dip
lay between ya and ram square into it (chaa)
Cause, when it come to women, ya man Aarons good
I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood
the difference is my thoughts Brooklyn need her pops
Now I'm more strategic it's others way to get it, other ways to getcha
Plan I set you up with bitches,
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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