Lyrics:
bitches look like superstars
It's the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby
I look down and think, this that fuckin' shit
Seein'
that the store should
think of reordering about five-hundred thousand
Just be glad of the success you had and you're arousin
Somebody's brain out there,
just drop by
And you expect me to be free
But now I'm saving all my lovin'
For someone whose lovin' me
Oh now go
Walk out the door
Just turn
three, two
You know I'm the one (One)
Ya breath stank, you need some gum
The Five-O, keep calm (Keep calm)
Be shockingly clores
How you rich and got
(so much more)
To be on a young black man's mind (young black man's mind)
Gotta face this
Sure I be a daddy soon
Somebody tell me
What the hell
I could walk down to the bus stop
Take the bus to the airport
And take a plane to St. Louis
And take a cab to State Street
And knock on your door
But
do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that
Partyin’ at the Derrick Lounge when it spiralled down/
Just housed in a household with no set escape/
Below the basement feelin’ like an evicted rental
so dumb now?
Hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's
thick wen putn on hipster
Am no frod +3
You n+gga go die ba the sword...
I pay all bill at the door...
We don't go ba the law...
Fetch 2 by 2 on flow...
Be damn, if I let a bitch walk me down
Knowing I keep it tucked
Try to get off on me and you
Miss, boy, it's gonna be a long ride
Better buckle up
em if he come through that door with him
Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It don't matter, be -K, muthafucka"
(Pay attention to the scheme)
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
would go out and war for
Spill my you keep your hat, we're all poor,
No way to go, I'm walking through my front door!
Hey, my niggas do the same
So
in fear
Crashin through the door of that WHORE
Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR
What you saw KRS One is now seeing
Another fly human being
deep with it now no you can't hurt me I'm hooked
Don't leave me for long
Promised that you won't
Got me wantin' more
I'll be at your door like
I'll be
alone
Somebody please pray for the kid
Somewhere along the way must've got lost in the mix
Still tryna make amends for the damage I did
Realizing some
Prada, her face like Madonna
By the way she moved, got me making a puddle
Baby I already knew you would be nothing but-a trouble
Damn it everybody knows
One
Two
One, two, three
Do you love me
Look
I live by the motto
Trust no bitch
L-O-Y A-L-ty
That's some rusty shit
I'm a pre-emptive strike
Now,
One
Two
One, two, three
Do you love me
Look
I live by the motto
Trust no bitch
L-O-Y A-L-ty
That's some rusty shit
I'm a pre-emptive strike
Now,
just way more concealed
Ye said it best, I gotta be real with it
Racism’s still alive, they just be concealing it
Like a weapon trying to shoot you down
It's three weeks now since I've been gone from Texas
I said goodbye to a man who made me well
Everyday I've got to keep on checkin'
May be I'm
our summers way up north
But always lived three cabins away
I'll drive under every overpass
To see you in Grand Marais
They don't lock the doors here
[Chorus]
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" -> Slick Rick
Droolin from the mouth
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