Lyrics:
a bea style like Van dyke
Me can defend that
Put your hands in the air
Let the badman know say
Me come like a fire
Put your hands in the air
Me no need no
what would you do like John Quinones
If your girl got boned by a big samoan
Would it get you mad? Would it come to blows?
Would you sock that
will get costly like private shows at strip clubs
Beating me's a hard task by itself so fuck you,
Cause that's a fantasy like anal sex with Eliza Dushku
on a different wave
I just wanna get paid
I'm playing spades
Y'all playing checkers
Like I never played
Ima go up on the pace
And you can go catch all the fade
If
Pretty Tony
You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony
Not like AT&T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please see
If you can keep
like me (uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures
like me (uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures
factor
Yeah!!
y'all niggaz can't dream to think about this shit
You can bite it
But by that time it'll be too late 'cause it's already been
supposed to mean?
Weakness: Well... you helped me make it.
Bruce Lee strong with that young stoner posture
Scrawny little muscles like all he eat was pasta
me from a pogo, I'm going fucking loco
"Hey Tyler can I" no, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I used
moons in my room
Look just chillin by myself and no one else cause I was like shook
by this rotten scandalous, low-life dirty work
Then moms and pops they
she likes
Coulda told the truth
Gonna throw you off the roof
Hit the cement lose a fuckin tooth
N' go poof!
No more me, better yet, no more you
Remember
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate
ain't lacking a pipe, I keep a strap like a dyke
While you was napping at night, I was packaging white
At the back of the light sipping ak so imma grab me
It's not puppy love puppy, puppy, puppy love
It's not puppy love puppy, puppy, puppy love
You make me wanna be like one of those girls
From
get weed
You don't like it, kiss my ass till your lips bleed
This ones for the club so I'm kinda like keeping it clean
Sing it with me y'all,
on what I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can
on what I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
live by any means
I'll run a train on your bitch to let off the steam
(You know she like my)
HOT SAUCE
(I know she wants this...)
HOT SAUCE
(She can
get away
Taking all the pain away
Took it to the hill top
You can see the light of day
You don't know how that shit feels don't tell me that you do
You
You can’t sit up yo hands dog and Make no money
I like to stay fresh as hell fuck lookin Bummy
You can make a hundred bands wit These vans on
Ten
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