Lyrics:
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
don't hate you
Then why would you write about us like this?
Because I love you!
You don't love me
If you loved me
You wouldn't have made your daddy
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
that's a hard concept to grapple
Now William-tell-me how you let them apples?
I'll make ya dance, ya snotty little nance
You're nothing but a show pony
this for the real
Yup
Yup
Uh uh look look
Coming up as a young'n
In these streets where I'm from
You either learned to shoot a ball Or you learn
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
practice
Do you see where you are and what’s happening?
This might be a moment, I been waiting for it, I just can’t control it
This might be the coldest,
Ai Bobby Williams.... Ku Tomola zina nikulakwa..... Turn it up....
Drew made the beat
Oh by popular demand Bobby Williams back with a cup in his
know that we came from the bottom
I been a real one
Swear to god that I might have to kill sum
I been runnin up all of my Williams
Broke my heart been
From the hole my pole would leave in your loins
'Cause of the haphazard way I play with your groins
So, bitch, quit toying with me
I spit this shit so
a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped
never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
trying to change
Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe
this back, that nigga better run
We Goin sell that good shit by the ton
Im the bakerman if you need a bun
Fuck allat hattin
I'm faded
I'm try tell
effort on both sides equated
For siblings I'll make trillions
Yea, Real Talk
But if flowers bloomed from face
I'd be Brandon Alexander Williams
loved, a beggar: then he pray'd
Save them from this, whatever comes to me.'
And while he pray'd, the master of that ship
Enoch had served in, hearing his
even get mad, it wasn't expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
William Tell but I'm hitting headshots
With tight knots and big voluptuous women
Cause tonight I'll stay sinning
Fuck this I'm over this
Bad romance I hate
drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars
I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit
Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist -
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,
power
cll it takes is a praise and give thanks for ever hour
Counting minutes from Seconds
Every Moment (Lifes) c Blessing
Hook
Give Praises from Sun
I woke up this morning feeling so great and feeling so grand
I stand up from my bed, smiling from what's in my head
Thinking how we got so much
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