Lyrics:
a thong
She did you dirty she did you wrong
I hear my song she put it on
Where are you going i'm coming along
Back to the hotel were we get it on
You could
I said, "Sir
There's no need to be this hostile"
"Well, Mr cons, you got late registration"
I said, "It's me, Cons
From Late Registration"
He looked
the mirror
Asking my self we it all went wrong
Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm
Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm
(Chorus)
[Mr. Cheeks]
when I can't sleep
Is how I must defend my country
Can you hear me, Mr. Trump?
Bernie didn't send this
What you're doing is wrong
So please go home
I
eat every rapper like they E. B.T
Anagram for shows like B. E. T
And most of you rappers can't get by these
I'm really going crazy someone check my
a killer)
Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
Sayin' I'm a killer
Did you ever think we would come to find?
Maybe in my dreams
I'm
Grab her by the uvula
Get your daughter and babysit her?
That's what I did
Be smart, don't be a hugbox
You gonna take advice from somebody
Who smelled
into you
Yeeh
I ain't tryna' see my life flash before me
And all i did
Was spent it duckin' the police
Mmmm e eh eh eh ehh
I ain't tryna' see my life
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
I just hit a lick then I Heard hissing
I don’t wanna act like you ain’t a witness
My Brody did me wrong
Nah nah nah
My chain shine bright
that's you the bigga the lil' homie
Here to corrupt you for sho', like my pops did and he did it wrong
Now he lost everything he owned and he lost everyone
can care less what the fuck they did to Pac
They think he gangster 'cause he shot a cop
But he blew trial for rapin' a bitch
That mean you was out here
ought to not (ought to what?)
Even attempt to run up you'll get taught (that's right)
[B-Legit & E-40]
By some chitterling eating hog maw
Niggas
You thought this was a love song
You thought I did you so wrong
You thought I was the right one
Turns out I'm acting, turns out I'm capping
Buy you
ain’t talking bout nothing better move.
B, u, c, k, you can double that e,
Hello how you doing bitch I’m Buckee and I’m straight up out the East,
Mouth
Yea
I've been here before, I know that it's all wrong
Loving you all, giving you all, fucking you raw
Rainy days in the car
All alone at the bar
in my head
I hope I can get out of it again
The constellations tell me I am done
From burning inside of the sun
I sit on my moon
Where did I go wrong
ever wanna see.
can't wait till the day taht we in this officially. Mr. and Mrs. K-O-L-G living happily, f
ollowed up by A-T-E. My misery, your sympathy.
whole fuckin click nigga, what the fuck you came for
I'm a ride with ya, or die with ya
Fuck it, we came this far, I ain't leavin without ya
Mr. magic
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
[Mr. Lil One Talking]
Yeah, between me and you
sorry, sorry, we all got a lot to deal with
but you're the only one we gotta keep it real with
[Verse
Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique
Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
videos
So motherfucker stop rappin like you down with my shit
First liutenant of the motherfucking tank represent a real tru click
[mia x]
Chorus x2
[mr
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