Lyrics:
catch me at my house
Tell em how I bent ya over then I blew the pussy out
Yeah, I be so damn disrespectful
Tell them if they don't like it then I'm here
I'm like atomic rockets blasting off, I'm diabolic
It's do or die, so what if I admit I'm psychotic
I'm spitting daggers, lyrics are harder than
Reaching for higher bars
Every sentence of mine is evolving
Hard as a nail
And as stable as a table or coffin
Rude by nature
Doing wrong way too often
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When I let the lyrics fly and the sound going cry
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When the lyrics them fly and a soundboy die
My raps cut
down
Brick by brick the flames get higher
Build it strong with our desire
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
I'm the lyricist of the year
Your lyrics are similar to Britney Spears
He didn't adhere so he disappeared
I'm the lyricist of the year
Injury
cruising down the street with my friends for sure
All those ladies passing by they knows I'm dope
So this is peter I know I'm dope and that's for sure
Dude I
need a whole bowl like a rice house
Colder then the winter with the ice out
Rite now im smoking writing lyrics in a lighthouse
I ain't in the mood
Brooklyn chop house project stoops and angry youths
Could you see what I see? He laughs out of way go by to catch the best sleep
Just suck it till I nut I
wanna insert my erection
I'm taking their stomachs to fill em with fondant
I'm turning bionic by filling up on it
Be chugging a fo when I'm running up
think it's unfortunate
Cut your head off
Use it as a christmas tree ornament
Big bars, yeah, the lyrics
They seem corpulent big bad wolf
I see your house
house
Could easily crack a mortal, it
The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan
house
Could easily crack a mortal, it
The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan
house
Could easily crack a mortal, it
The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
ass before I serve in my people
Like libo, I know now how to hook up with the pure dope lyrics
I ain't out here so they pick us
I put up my money, I
know how I'm coming)
Ain't a nigga ever gave me shit (Nigga ever gave me shit)
Came out the pussy by my lonely (Lonely)
Ten toes down don't need no
SONG LYRIC WRITTEN cND PERFORMED BY: VcRIOUS LOCcL UP cND COMING cRTISTS FROM STcTEN ISLcND NEW YORK. IT EXEMPLIFIES INDIVIDUcL cRTIST'S LIVED
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
The powers out
The house was dark
By the power of God
You find love
And what it does
Looking at life for what it really was
It is easy, believe me
From right
much about me
For me every simile and metaphor
Every single hook, every chant, every lyric
Every anthem should never eclipse the One I
Want you checkin'
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
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