Lyrics:
lame, money can't change you
I'm a bigger artist, and I don't care if we on the same label
I'll put a baby and a plan B in the same cradle (grr, baow)
how it go it ain't my fault
I got mega cheese
Walk that walk, talk that talk
I'm B.G.
Papers chase so footy get my grind on
I look through it
down?
Malcom, Martin, Leadkur, I want you to arm yourself
And I've asked Josh to be your bodyguard
All right Dason
It might be good for Joshua
I brought a rack out
Heard that you got it so we bring the MAC out
I know it's trouble, John Wic brought the mask out
I touched a fan, and then she
picnics, I'm robbing on good so after dark
Stay the fuck out the woods (you fucking punk)
When I pop the trunk, hit the deck
"John Wayne couldn't even
No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some
You lost the race by a dick slut's cum 'cause nuts won
the rhythm feels good to you, baby let me take you away (uh-uh baby)
Last night was so fun, loving one on one (ah uh)
I was holding you so tight
And I
I turn the knob we all going through the door, I ain't coming back for y'all
The whole crew feel the same as me
How could you ignore something so
want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now.
John the Pope
The M, A, C and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know
the rhythm feels good to you, baby let me take you away (uh-uh baby)
Last night was so fun, loving one on one (ah uh)
I was holding you so tight
And I
gonna rain?
Mmm, ain't you tired of the talkies?
I prefer the walkies
Sump'n good'll come from that
johns 3 nigga i cant stop aye
I cant understand unless you talking papaneese
I got all the sauce nigga i got all that cheese
Like the oven nigga yeah i
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
her name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous
My apologies, are you into astrology?
Cause umm i'm tryna make it to your anus
yeah, I don't speak any, uh, French
You guys want to snap along?
What makes me treat you the way that I do
Gee baby, ain't I good to you?
There's
down
You'll see this side when there's probably no one around
And there's no safer place
Than if you ever are some gee's homebase
But it ain't easy,
Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the 'Bob
Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob
Well, this thang so good, make a nigga
for you, not to be on no funny shit
I was thinkin', "Why would they kidnap that lil' ugly bitch?"
Naw, you ain't ugly baby girl, you beautiful
But
do to me, all night long!
(your my sex toy)
Tech N9ne, hella freaky baby
(Yeah, Yo, Check it..)
I see you lookin at me starin' at techa nina baby
I
eat her pussy good and never call her
I been runnin' from her, I heard you a stalker
We is not the same, lil' nigga
I been drug through the mud, had
They're watchin', we're so in the air, we ain't never comin' back
Uh, I'm on my way to the top, nothin' holdin' me back
You should be here by my side
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
Intro:
Yuh
Yuh
im a God baby and I'm proud of me
Am a star baby all round of me
Yuh
Yuh
All em odds baby Dey threw at me
I done ate em baby ain't no
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