Lyrics:
were we? Oh, Dinner, Right
So what d'ya want to do?
She said "why don't you whip up somethin in the kitchen?"
Yeah, I said why don't you?
And then she
It's me bitches!
Woo! Woo! Come on! Woo! Woo! Showtime!
Chillin in my beemer, listenin to ether
Bumping through your speakers, know I got
My mind has gone rogue
Writing everything down
I don’t want to hear a word
So sit down, ya clown
Crashing through your speakers
You're rattled
hear me through your speaker
Less time with my girl heart weaker
Yeah heart broke, yeah heart broke
Chica I need ya
I marry you for visa
I do anything
snaps
If you run up on me I might get yo ass gone
You'll fucc around get smoked by the end of this song
How that's yo hoe but I got that bitch in a thong
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
20 in a Beamer
Izim records always bumping through the speakers
Told her don’t get mad if I don’t follow back it’s just that I was born to be
santana holmes I got that Lombardi
Gimme some racks and I'm gone I'm tryna buy myself a home that's under the market
He got a chain a coat he comin thru
here for the carnage
My venom I spit it
I’m drowning in bottles
Like Mario missions
Italian mobsters
I’m not superstitious
I’m calling imposters
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (Yeah yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high (Holla at a pimp)
Talkin shit cause I'm off
Tonight, and you really
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
y'all, y'all y'all-y'all Y'all y'all
Y'all y'all ya-y'all ya-Y'all y'all y'all
Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shoppin'
nigga
Now I'm the big ballin' nigga
Comin down grippin' wood
Keepin these motherfuckin' bitches
Callin' nigga
I used to be the smallest nigga
Now I'm
ass apart
In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
Temperature risen, nasal highzen
Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows
Fuckin' up egos, an'
the store
The DJ spin the record out on the dance floor
Comin' through the speaker to shake your eardrum
Brain cells get lit, then you hear where we're
up in every spot we had a little juice
Probably the Dom or the Afghani bud in me
We played the stage standin by the speaker and suddenly
Who tapped
that? Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy region
The you is comin through with the freshest this season
Even kill, it's all real, you know the deal
Say what you will
you invented the Ku Klux Klan
I'm like AT&T, I'ma reach ya through ya speaker
I got more sole than a sneaker
Asylum, I'm crazy, I guess I'm wildin'
When I come through ya speakers I give you everything you want
Say Martel ain't ya favorite but I got everything he don't
Ain't no shit I do regular,
the kingpin I call the shots the shots
Kiss the pinky ring if ya don't wanna get cut
From your left to your right ear.. I'll do my part
I'll be standing by your
noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost
lets just celebrate that we still here and
Whoa
Never leave me alone
Tell em holla at ya boy and cause I'll be comin home
I'll be comin home
Ooh,
days, providin' lyrical promotion
We start to come through your speakers at your emotions
Yeah, uh
The show goes on
Most you other rappers kinda sound
sonic
Dethklok puttin' down a sonnet
Real hip hop, bit of electronic
Force comin' on like its
Haley's Comet
Roll with the breaks
Gonna flow with
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