Lyrics:
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some
there
That's it right there, that's it right there
Heavyweight champ, when it come to the drink, I'm winnin' (lil' bitch I'm)
Casamigos up in it (yeah)
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
Nelly
It went mainstream and it caught mass appeal
Hey, that ain't bad, shit
It's why I got a deal
But no matter what, I'm 'a just be me
Go triple
do alone
But it takes
You can fight like a champ by yourself
You can lick any stamp by yourself
You can be very brave on the phone
There are
Fuck you good you can tell by my hair
Bad bitch you can tell by my hair
Let it off you can tell by my hair
Street niggas you can tell by my hair
I'm
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
Been doing this by myself
Tell myself I need you and no one else
Shorties used to pull the joker card
Now it’s poker face when cards are dealt
Niggas
(Yea Yea it's CD)
I Do this music by myself
And ian stopping shit
Said 2020 going crazy
Now I'm dropping shit
So don't bother go and asking
by that girl I wouldn’t trust her
Plus she got a face like a burger rustler
Anyway back to the bars mana must a got side tracked by that girl Mana
game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Angels & demons
Beauties & Beasts
Bitches & hoes
Prisons & prescients
Stay
Check Out the biggest tune Oluwa Nelly and Cascar (Yeah)
I Just want some peace of mind that's why I'm high
I wanna chill and vibe, look at the sky
like a coward
You knowing that nigga ain't fucking wit me
I'm gettin that cheese and it come by the hour
I know they mad see em stealing the swag
And I'm
(Cheeky)
If you weren't there for the guy from the get go you can never be by me
(Easy)
Man wanna claim that they know me
Nah g you're gonna need I.D
Tryna
ima chase the paper till the day I die (Till I die)
Cut the lights off
We gone turn this to a blackout
Go by rule of thumb
Only bitches in my trap
Never I was playing
I can put that on my mama too
Ain't easy had to pick up
See me stepping in Designer shoes
We ain't never played by rules
champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings
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