Lyrics:
friend home sick so nobody on his side
Wanna face em all down, but ain’t big enough
He’s a reader and a dreamer, he ain’t that kind of tough
Just keeps
ain't boss enough
Lil' nigga you ain't boss enough
And I'm fresh to death on IV's
Nobody fuckin' wit Hutch that's high-key
Turnt up in the buildin' off
anything, you hire me to
Now ain't you somethin'
So high and mighty wif your muscles
Just go ahead, boy and pick up that hammer
Pick up the hammer
He said,
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,
brake lights.
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that.
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback.
I'm strong my word
school)
You ain't have to have no money
Or go shoppin' just to cop a fuckin' attitude (attitude)
Now my dough's amountin' to a mountain
It's rised too
mild sauce
She said aint high enough like diana ross
I got ha stuck but no aderal
Beat that pussy up just like an animal
Im grippin that waist like im
to the floor
Back got lumped up e to tha gor
Worked was finished he was nailed to the board
Nailed to the cross rose to the stars Diana Ross
Saved by his grace
as our valleys,
High as our mountains,
Strong as the people who made it.
For I have always believed it, and I believe it now,
And now you know who I
I'll bike and I'll golf
One drunk night
I almost fucked Diana Ross
While you niggas dream of millions
I get gummed at the Wimbledon
By Serena Williams
In
Your remake get traction
Oh Bobby! There's ain't no Logic
In all your physics won't top me
Ya boy's got more drip than my acrylics
But looking at your
or hunger, no he's just a soldier
Gangsta Gudda, Gudda muhfucker
What another muhfucker gon tell high yella
Slim cat
Send em where ya brim at & trim that
Better than Santa Claus
Got me all drippy like I'm in Niagara Falls
Easing on down the road (ease on downnn)
Mike and Diana Ross
You know it's finna
sublime
Tricks, tricks, tricks
Ain't lookin' for no hills (pow)
The mountains give me the best chill
A slope out here to give me the views (uh)
Out here
you drowning in hennissy
And it's sharks in the water boy
Dis dat glutton shit pigs get caught in da slaughter boy
Ain't no fear no order boy
Time is
, climbin'
Told you I did enough hash, to make a mountain
And you could sit right on your ass, doubtin'
While I'm somewhere rollin' up grass, going up where
, climbin'
Told you I did enough hash, to make a mountain
And you could sit right on your ass, doubtin'
While I'm somewhere rollin' up grass, going up where
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
a new new poundin it
Last call
Ain't no such
Then we drinkin one in my clutch
Keep the party goin
I'm getting your lust up
Everybody we be comin
I climbing so high
I see the sun rising
And i keep myself running
Over the mountain i see no where else i can hide
And i tough the sky
I can feel
ain't a freak
G R O U P I E
Told me that she ain't a freak
Told me that she ain't a freak
You was kinda high maintenance to me
Want my paper but you'll
enough
I'm at the top of the mountain
But I'm only halfway up
Show me the bar, and I'll raise it
Throw some weight on and I'll take it
All the way, ay,
of cleaner fresher fruit
My spirit's destitute, ain't no hell or purgatory
Ain't nobody praying for me, I'm always by myself, I'm lonely
Even when we speak, I
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