Lyrics:
devils with the sublimes
Conscious righteousness there's no way you can fight this
Rhythm your moving your head because you like this
Now can I get
Yeah
Fifty-nine bags on the-, ayy
Swedish jail cell smellin' like some Carby Musk
For your birthday, your boyfriend got a party bus
Bottle signs,
Uh, bag chaser, WeTheOpps, stackin' mad paper
Risk taker, we can talk when your dawg pay up
Told em back up, thinking it's sweet, when it's not, get
me, like Woah
Lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down
It's all in your head (This is the remix!)
I'm your star so just keep me in your
made me do it by force
But you know your girl gon' be a'ight
I'mma keep on movin', keep my head up high
Probably chilly-chilly-chill till the time
Tell the DJ what we want (Biggie Smalls! Uh)
We want Biggie
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I
you're too much
Say your hardcore always chewing on nuts yeah they're right girl I guess you're too much
Get drunk with me hand cuff my feet tear my
Yes yes yes y'all
It's your boy
It's your boy
Jujulistic Mc
Chief Priest
I come back do what I do best
To act, the master of masterclass
Where I
I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head
- I fucked your girl from time to time
I hate to tell you
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu-Tang
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu-Tang
a ride with me, oh (ride with me)
Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
Hop off on your ass and go earn some
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
Hit Saks Fifth,
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
Money comin in by the boatload
Tryna break bread thats a no no
Shorty shorty want more more
Drop it down to da floor floor
You know how we do
10
and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
for seein you gone, nothin
the work, gon' be fatal
Hole in your head like a bagel
Residue all on the table
Tourin' and trappin', trappin' and tourin'
Trap house bring in what you
you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter,
Who's size five and sexy.
Quick, they catch your body and another one next week.
Huh it doesn't matter
Round one, two
Round three my niggas
I round up, you see, my nigga
Step by step we getting bigger
Leave a mess I'll pull the trigger
Je m'en fou if
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so
I gotta hump her
Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config
God crack your Arm Leg a Leg a Arm, and your Head
Motherfucker
For real, this
name is Prince Star Shyne, call me your majesty
Out with my blood we superstars, we out here living lavishly
In high school was in Valhalla my homies
nothing wrong with loving
Who you are"
She said, "Cause He made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up
Girl and you you'll go far
Listen to me when I say"
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