Lyrics:
and all the sauce g
Hold up, damn you lost me!
Let’s keep it bout the bills no crosby
Fuck just how you feeling, you can’t dodge me
Rather sooner than
show
She tippin me but she work dis pole
Shhh... We can't let da world know
Only way it works, is if we keep it on da low
When I call, she won't neva
gonna split like that, boy, we gonna need a prenup
Nolan just be playing now, like I'm over it
Call me up another time, digits are online, kid
Give me
Display yo mind to every high noon
Envy sits cross me
In a human body
Hear em talkin
Still I hold the center
Like I’m Sydney Crosby
Crossing out
time?
And it's my mine name that is on that tag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool,
I be screeching in the streets, while you saved by the bell
I don't even need to speak, look at me and you can tell
Putting holes in your words, like
wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Four-one
They counted me out, I came
behind
Think to myself might just order some food
Then a white girl yells "Can I get a WOO?"
Bartender can you call me a taxi
Cause I'm sick of this party
already know him
And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over
I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you"
She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl,
pissed off at me
So don't call me a taxi
Walk me home in the rain
Be my first
Be my last
Be my favourite mistake
Why don't you ruin my life
Blue valentine
down now, the trails getting colder
Turn a corner, I'm in for a shock
I stared at a copper and now our eyes lock
Time stands still, fuck me does he
saying Smith and Wesson to the back
Yeah
She give me a call
Got her wetter than the falls
Shawty lick me like a letter sucking better than a straw
Now I’m
Say the suns out
But no funs out
Headshot aim down on the throne now
Keep your head up
Call a taxi
Three strikes three stripes baby find me
Her brown
on me no Mike Vick
I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson
Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound
Yeah, shorty, she
all losers in this Doctor Mabuse's society
With thousands surveillance cameras constantly eyein' me
They call it security, I call it conspiracy
Jerry & Junior: Ahh!
Larry: This is me and the bull and ... I think that's the bull's cousin.
He's a cebu!
Archibald: Hold it! You call this a multimedia
name that is on that tag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool, talking about
How
With Bob Horry, I'm never alone
Horry, waiting for you by the pipeline
Horry, waiting for you by the pipeline
Philip Seymour Hoffman, help me
warning
And to be honest you were not my only target
Let's get in the taxi
We're in the backseat
I might call your friend over if you don't touch me
Right
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
Fix my eyes on the cross
Fix my eyes on the boss
I ain't tryna flop no
Wait my time get the gwop
Build my house call me bob
Ya dun know
Spit hard
after
If Liz call you daddy, we call her a bastard, oh
I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga
But think for me, nigga
Send her
foreign but over the X6
Tryn' be the line on which her body rotate
My slimes call me Juice but you can call me Axis
I hit today, by tomorrow she blowin' my
into my eyes
If I let you that close. But you can't see Past My Shades
If I close'em like B.o.B. and Lupe
Call this "Exodus 2" because: Yes, it's true
It
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