Lyrics:
A knock at the door
No need to bother, there will be others
Don't answer that call
No need to bother, there will be others
Lay by my side, forget
more perogies on
Please stay, we'd love to have you
Oh, and by the way, my son says he bought an
Album from you on his doorstep in the city"
Mighty
up a bit
I'm back on that other shit
I don't know who these fuckin' fuck
Boys think they fuckin wit
But enough of the sucka shit
Unless they suckin'
tanner with her ass out
We don't have to love each other
She just wanna cash out
Stone Mountain bitch, run it off a mixtape
This is for my niggas up
In
gon’ quit
I’ll never be controlled by some fuckin pricks
I rather a fat bitch suck my dick
And one last time for good measure
I don’t think I ever want
knife, don't get slain (Ciabatta)
Fa shit sho, in the name of sauce
Kingpin, no rick ross (Fatass)
Sending hits like urlacher
John Deere, no trailer
Its time to switch up the vibe its time to switch up the flow
These niggas tryna get high I'm tryna get to the doe
I need my piece of the pie so ima
the reaction
You actually care so lets make it fact
That you probably lack, you still gonna send it
You want all of pie, but we ain’t do the sharing
We don’t do
of the urban make your shit sound rural
She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural
Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel
Now that's nuts. I
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher
Oi might be a woman-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan, it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about?
All
need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!
I won't lie, I love P-you-S-S-why, (why?)
'Cause I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the American pie
to text each other 'fore we go to sleep
I don't know shit about no Jodeci
But you gon' suck me to his music while I sit back thinkin', smoke my weed
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em
Cassidy
Album :
Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
Corrected by :
Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
needing my own loans
This is how the winners, grinners live like
They don't give a fuck about no dinner they livin' life
By the time you hit fifty it's
pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (Beat it)
Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk
If a nigga try to rob fuck it hit em with the hawk (Boom)
on
Hit 'em with the new vibes, the new songs
So many to choose from, never had snooze on
Shout out to my dons at the bar, we have to booze on
Shout out
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
the microphone doctor
One wrecks, the other destroys
And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)
We don't play when it's time to slay
I take a cut
yes the microphone doctor
One wrecks, the other destroys
And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)
We don't play when it's time
'cause they don't understand
You can tell by how I walk
Man my pockets filled with green, I don't ever gotta talk
Probably see me in your city, heard it
myself into the deep end I don't care if I drown
I'm gonna rise to the top, I ain't no one hit clown
I'll get behind the mic and picture life's hardship
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