Lyrics:
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
strap like Metal Gear
Take pride in da murder rate, dats another cold case
Expression of a cold heart come from a dark place
Cuffed by ah white cop
by imma take you home
I'm the nigga I'm that nigga yeah
Allat rap cap rah rah bull
Hit'em with the flex and woo
Redefine the rules is it rude
Gotta
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
ho-ooo)
(We can take it slow-ooo)
(No one has to know-ooo)
Oh Oh lets make a porno
You can taste me ill eat ya up like DiGiorno
Don't be shy that's
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
Fawkes kope víc jak subwoofer mrdko
Jay na featu huh, začína být horko
Mluvíš o fame ale neviděl jsi peklo
Říkej mi Lucifer, beze mě by to zdechlo
Od mala
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
the bottom
Now we headed to the top
Our new album dropped
And all the pressure's off
Like Geno I'm written off
But I didn't write back it takes more to set me
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
that penis a chew
Alright I'm off gotta take a poo
Yo gyal trying so hard to impress me
But she just depress me
She coming over close to me
She tryin
She don't make me rich
I had to get it by my 'lone
Call it what you want
I'd be livin' wrong if I
Ain't take these risks i got keep it on me
This fame
paths with my clique and get vic
I'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised G
Slept at the stage have you slippin' down blazin'
In pools of alcohol walk
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
Let us take you from the Couver, puffin on a buddah hookah
Cross the Salish seas of emcees and producers
Unknowns that you aint used ta
By the Strait
Light me up, we bout to take flight
Been down, we deserve to get, yo
Light me up, we bout to take flight
Been down, we deserve to get high
I been
on my coattails.
Why are you doing this? It was our idea together, eh?
Yeah, okay. (Yeah, okay.)
We agreed to...to say that, but...
Ah, take off
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