Lyrics:
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
to get
But your're hot to def I break a sweat
When you roll by in your
Escalade, Navigate, ya Rangin' it
I'm lovin' it Your attitude, the way you move
Ooh
Oh yeah yeah
She wants more
Said she wants more than fireworks tonight
More like than a stick of dynamite
And everyone from next door can hear
groove
Easily cross the dance floor I'll bust a move
Eeiny meni mini mo, we boutta bust yo door
Me and Melo boutta pull up with them two 4's 4's
Too cold
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
I'm off of two jiggas I'm fumbling by
My mother she bugging and wondering why
I did so much shit she survived
Now I'm on some tough shit with the guys
My daddy said, draw nigga
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when
My daddy said, draw n****
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
N****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when
ok..."
"This is who we call... GTA"
"BrokeBoy"
Call yo guy, him is I
Pull up on the block, know my doors suicide
Shawty on my cock (Mmh!)
Coming inside,
livin off the state and your problem is dudes?
With kids at home that you can count by the twos
Who see through your attitude
Our society's screwed
And I
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
Fucking with Toronto, get your pink slip, you're fired
Kicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doors
Guru be the brethren, bless the man
Slide like
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
just drop down to your knees, call upon the lord and pray
Better luck next time, cause you want to open that door today
Your hair sorta gray, it's that
doors, crawling in through the tunnels
(Lambo)
Benjamin Franklin, we wrap 'em in bundles
(Things)
2 for the 5, that's the next of the runners
(Next)
Monkey
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
And even with your car
So cease with that attitude
With that attitude you won't be getting far
And I love all of my brothers with a passion
Can't
the skiing
It's all about being cordial to a human being
Damn Xanthippe your attitude is on ten
All that chirping's for the birds blow it in the wind
Scowl
in the club
Posted next to your bitch
Taking pics for the Gram
Wit her mouth on my dick
Is he really that sick
That nicca really that cold
This is
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