Lyrics:
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
group
Come through with that live crew
Birds chirpin', cop that Birkin
Boo, yo, I supplied you
Liable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debut
Slick,
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
I be looking CRISS in my best GARMS
Allow it girl
Fall for these charms
And yo for sure this boy be CHIRPSING
She recognizes the bling
Be bringing
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
Yeah, come alive y'all, let's do it like this
Right here boy
Sinn on the mic y'all, soundin' wonderful
Las Vegas stand up, come on
We gotta do it
Out one fine day
If the cap'll fit you'll be wearing it
Stuck here cleaning kit
Have no fear the time is near
This boy is busting out of here
I'll be
[Intro: Elephant Man]
One Jamaican linked with Haitian
[Diddy (Elephant Man) {Wyclef Jean}:]
Y'all know Elephant Man on Bad Boy?!
This is a Bad
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
respect, 'cause
Oh-no, the boy ain't gonna fold
He will come and get you, if you put him in a hole (Hole)
Wow-wow-wow, man just know I don't forget (Ah)
I
hot 'cause my n- Rodney lace it
Ain't no replacement, it's hot up in the basement
See this the South, comin' crunker than your average
Makes you
you can die by the gun
Boy, you stupid, this shit ain't for fun
Selling crack, gotta carry a gun
swear to God, I'm a motherfucking menace
In her mouth
got
Another big order come in
I heard (hey Rodney)
God created anything better than crack
Cocaine an kept that
Shit for himself i mean this shit is like
You heard me, you heard me
My gun got many ways to get you
You get hit with a missile and live
You would need barbed wire to stitch you
This is not
sure to say cheese
Point a gun at me and I'll probably freeze
My boys will come at you like a swarm of bees
But unlike Logan Paul, I never ever sneeze
But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot
Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop
Cause every time you see me sagging
Here comes the Grand Dragon
In
Yo, you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up
Comes
We gun make it
Move move move
Move move move
Move move move
Lil Tall, Lil Tall, Lil Tall
I come in running the game
Pullin around and I'm paving
you in the end
Keep ya lil' hand out, don't worry 'bout Jack, he gon' be alright
Fuck the pilot, baby, I'm the flyest on this private flight
Rockin'
but the shape you're in
Come on now girl genuflect nude magazine
This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline
19 candles adorn your cake
Life's simple
slide
Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
keep those songs alive
Those boys deserve some credit, don't forget it
Hit it, hit it
I go window cleaning, to earn an honest bob
For a nosey parker,
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