Lyrics:
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
The redeemed of the streets
That used to cling to the streets
Till we saw our thirst wasn't quenched
By the scene of the streets
Ay this ain't aimed
fuck around
And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore
Nigga, it's the way you throw them thangs in the war
And to the marks that be talkin'
ain't no prolly
Every time I drop heat, they be like golly
You should worry bout my team, nigga not me
Bout to fuck it up with 9txxn for the '19
I'll show you what you mean to me
I know sometimes nigga shit ain't what it seems to be
And I'll never tell a shorty what you mean to me
Shots fired shit
to get what I deserve
But the reason I deserve it is because money is not the reason I'm assertive
This ain't a joke, it's not funny
Rapping's my hobby, my
on you
Shawty
You know what it is
If l go Loco
Don't call in an ex
If l go Loco he should never be next
If I go Loco
Don't call in an ex
If l go Loco he
an undisturbed listening experience
On behalf of Mr. Ross, we thank you
Please, enjoy
Whoa (ha, ha, ha)
Leave it to the pretty poison
I'm talking 'bout you
learned the game that's what I hand down
I thought my last bitch she was it
But I'm the damn clown
I ain't surprised she ain't stay around
And now I come
of a window and stick it in the pocket of your Jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap
Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life
My house was $50 million, Ay!
be a star yeah yeah
Ima be
Ima be a star
I ain’t gon ever stop reaching
Preaching
Thinking
Believing
It’s a large game of hide n seek
With my dreams
I
Germans from escaping.)
"I don't think it was wrong."
OLIVER NORTH (Regarding the trading of weapons for hostages, in what came to be known
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
got some chains on my neck (Aye)
They used to be on my wrist (Aye)
Fuck cop county, tell that officer suck a dick
Start smokin' gas by the zips
I'm high
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
that the people that's depressed can always try to reach out
And get some help
Cause what is money when the ones you love no longer there
And it ain't
a blessin
Assumption is the devil, just believe that
Off of personal experiences dont need no feedback
Said it wasnt me but instead it was you
Dont know if u
cuz it feel good
How much you gone take before
You leave his side?
Waiting on a man to be mr right
Wait on a nigga for what
Go get you some money that
Yeah this HoLLy
I guess it ain't ya lucky day since I ain't piKC up
You know what to do
HoLLyRod Henny
HoLLy Make 'Em Kum
Whatever the FUKC you are
meant to be
I don't think you know what just got into me
Fishing for my soul but they ain't reeling me
I feel like Rihanna cuz they needed me
Trip
You hit the local showcase and heard that Check the Rhime
By that short jumpy nerd and mustachioed man
Now I gotta do it solo, B.T.C ain't the clan
Well
can tell you what the future be
Your new man gon' be your ex man, Wolverine, Jubilee
This is how you do something so ugly so beautifully
If I ain’t
it was misery driven by my own demons
'Cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light
Of the stray moon
?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady, what's a G-string?) It's yarn, Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em
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