Lyrics:
you can't tell her nothin'
My Leo chick stays by my side
Thought I was bad but she got way too much pride
I been runnin' through these lighties since
true
But maybe there's a chance that it's not
And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels
And I can teach you this in person
Thinking their your friend but they hating
This is illusion is ran by satan but it’s really what you make it
If we beef ima smash your chick I’ll admit that
Dre?
You went there looking for me?
Boo, that excuse is too lame
Keep playin' me, you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying sl-, you
some money on yo chick now you no longer involved
No doubt in my mind mane that Ima hit plateau
& I don’t need a pediatrician dawg to track my growth
backwards
You been out here acting
Like you grew up in the backwoods
Don't need no more faking
Stop mistaking that for
Talent
Planning albums on the low
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
then I make it jump like this (Ladies!)
You wanna keep that boy
That make it jump like this
Let him think that I can make it bump like this
See I told
at
They say play that new backyard
Every party and you knew that
Every chick turn around and back that ass too that
And all you do is rap over 2 track
True
your strip at you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga
I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put
Warning warning warning.
I’m sucker free, sugar free
Dairy free until we’re free
Let you life with T, wanna kick with me
But that bitch ain’t
I'll be up all night
Pour my heart and soul out, just for you to tell me that I'm kind of nice
I'm tryna have Madonna hype
Know a couple chicks that
don't have the land at that time
We don't have economy
So I decided to, you know
To talk on this one, because I can't rap
I'll call it ah open letter
everything
And not knowing anything, i swear
The studio's full time, albums by noon time
Told my family we'd get in due time, ain't have to do time
Once you
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
Customized in London by guys who suitup kings
Girl, you get the rings young, you behave
Maxwell he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
Baltimore,
I'll keep Sharpening The Saw 'til it's ruff
Then I'ma let it Bang but, it's Never Enough
Remember me when I be blowing up, when you told me that I'm
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
Throwin' subs, arguin' with chicks
I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with
Passin' the offering plates, I'm the preacher in foreign whips
my phone
When that niggaz gone then call my phone, yea
Unless you got some drink, don't call my phone
Twenty chicks or more, then call my phone
We do it big, how we live, Kelly told you so, come on
Told y'all I was gonna bump like this
Y'all didn't think that I could bump like this
Said, I
learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album
She don't need my permission, born in 1988
My new addition
Singing,? can you stand the rain
I need somebody who can stand by me
Hold up, shut up, who
write songs almost every night
That's how following your dreams go
Grew my own studio
You didn't know
I was gone write a whole album just about you
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