Lyrics:
shorty gotta get blessed by you
Dick you down good
Baby lookin snacky
Bundles on a bean
5'7 slim thicky wit the fatty
I gotta have it
If you pick a fight
I
Yo, I got an idea, let me run and grab Sticky right quick
Ayo Sticky, Sticky
Yo, Slim Shady, man
Yo, I just had like a nightmare
Wait, well, it
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
yo man...
The main thing we want y'all to take from this album
You don't take shit else from this record, man
If you don't get nothin' else, man
mira
Vibes chefed
By my bro’s sponsored by mi Tia
Welcome to the kitchen
Bienvenido a la cocina
I sold legal and illegal things
But right now?
I sell
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
wait 'til the album's through
So many controversies over the
Language in rap
It wasn't a cuss that started a fuss
Now that's just a Black thing
Figure
My catalog so dope
Can't wait to see
The many new songs
Being made by me
Been getting this fire
Never stopping it be
Keep rising to the top
It be
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
y'all done made
And I replied that I had been goin
Through tha same thing that he had
True I got more fans than the average man
But not enough loot
(team)
Had to make it out the bottom that's by any means (means)
I can't wait to buy a crib somewhere overseas (seas)
One for me, and for my family is
Have you ever had yo pussy ate
(ate) by a mouth full of diamonds (yeah)
Ima make ya toes curl till ya eyes roll back
While yo body slow whinin'
let me work it/ I put by thing down flip it and reverse it/It???s your fremme neppa venette/It???s your fremme neppa venette???
Soulja Boy ???
four million albums worldwide
Marshall Mathers LP also deficated to him
Another genious tribute made by Slim
Proof were also shot, so double RIP hymn
hides
I don’t even know where I'm headed
I just wanna get there
I don't wanna live how I'm livin'
"Dope" on my t-shirt
I just wanna do my thing
True
I'm goin' or somethin')
On the phone with Chase, locked my account, I'm like, the hell I spend?
One thing I ain't know is how it'd go when the feds
you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free
Back home
Back home they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
Some black they
Well nigga roll me a mic
and let me smoke it til' I'm high
if you ever seen me rock
then you know that I-
live and die for
the things I do
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
when the cabbage ain't nothin'
I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin'
You can never need for nothin', only one pipe
Would you like to go
home and start flowing
Never in debt never owing
Drop a new album and blowing
Past by the place when we fought for the first time
Past by the place when
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
thing I drop is platinum albums (what else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like 'bam-bam'
either
If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it,
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