Lyrics:
I don't fuck with hoes,
Them bitches gon' fuck with me
I don't want no one on this fucking beat
I'd rather be on this bitch by myself
I don't fuck
Yeah, I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalogue is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit,
dinner and dessert
There's so much pizza I've been hiding it in my shirt
The cavalry is so demanding, I can't eat anymore
Why is the pizza retreat run by
Writing love songs under water
Building monuments by accident
and rainbows out of sand
Singing serenades of silence
Painting portraits of the mind
a stop by the barber; you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on twelve, dinner for dos
We begin with a toast, end
filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a drop top Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'm a stop by the barber, you can hit the shops
Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
[Lil' Kim]
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
[Lil' Shanice]
My mom sent me; her
red' ich hier? Dann
Fangen wir mal an
Ich handel' wie ein Mann und halte mein Wort
Dieser Tausend-Bars-Song
Er knallt in dein Ohr
"So, junger Fresh
hear his song,
and I would sing along,
and I would sing along.
In a film I saw, maybe last springtime,
an elephant is painting,
in blues and in greens
heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my
a Christmas tree
And though pink elephants I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jacky"
Skin so divine
Radiance emitted, so flawless by design
Interior beauty, yo that’s why you outshine
Feel free to drop a line, yeah that would suit me
these hoes like you Barney
But really you got less than Neil Patrick Harris
And Harrison Ford died by trusting his son
So if you try that shit on me homie
As the Chinese say, there's more than one fish in the sea
OK, is that so?
Lets go back to the beginning
There's an elephant in the room
I'd like you
police say
I’ll be doggoned
That’s my favorite song
Whistling Dixie
Pixie dust in my straw
My father and wife
Used to party with Barney Fife’s son
I’m
a drss
Tell me who can arrest*
A mind ensnared by love?
A rogue elephant for a mind
And it's treatin' me so unkind
But in my heart it's an old blues
in Inland Empire
Look at the rabbits
They're anthropomorphic
Look at the sign on Mulholland Drive
My raps are pre-recorded like the song by Rebekah Del
To classy for all the rules
Don't pass me actually blue jay that blue jay
That blue jay flew
Look don't judge me by the things I do
That's my IQ
Even though
Christ, oh my God, all of y'all are so lame
Hitting shuffle on the playlist every song sound the same
You ain't gotta say it twice, I know the streets is
LAST SONG
(Malique)
This gon' be our last song, yeah our last song together
Since 98 we been thru both good and bad weathers
And regardless of the 5
your assumption, lemme kiss your persuasion
You got that poetic justice I'll go wherever you take me
This your favourite song I think of you whenever
a Christmas tree
And though pink elephants I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"
a Christmas tree
And though pink elephants I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"
cars, watch Shooter cop his own Bentley (watch)
You can't make no songs wit' me (uh-uh)
'Get Rich' came out and we put on 50
I never thought that I'd
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