Lyrics:
Mysterio (Straight up)
Two ounces stashed in my stereo (On God)
You can get killed for subliminals (On God)
I'm a big dog, you a Cheerio (On God)
I don
the skrik, hollie ha
Get ready bru on your marks (go)
I know there’s a lot of naaiers from Paarl up to Grassy Park
Wynberg at the Mardi Gras
Waiting till
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall)
Tell me
How you
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
them in my backseat
She said, "Can we roll up and swish afterwards, so we can just get gone?"
I said, "I don't smoke anymore, baby girl, but you can
to lick man's head
I coulda had man lookin' like Darko
All this beef on the streets gets managed
Ancelotti, call me Carlo bad B from overseas
She fancy me
Skrrt Skrrt
Monte Carlo Music
Police get behind me then I'm smashin' right through the light
Gooney Goon nigga, Gooney Goon, nigga, like this
Police
to play they bitches
Whole unit would duck on me, when it's up, I'm in the trenches
Me and Stroke great minded, Carlo windows tinted, mind your business
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
Where is what switch?
This, the black and white switch
Oh, you gotta get it fixed up? Right over here
You see, this is dust, every, over here is dust
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
The way you roll so clean when you pull up on scene she wanna may get a piece of the tittle/
I was fresh I was clean like that Outkast theme WuTang told me
the sink
Washed her up got her dressed in hot pink in mink
[Chorus x2]
Gotta ride on vogues when we fly by
Underlay ??? Bonita bye bye
Mustard
head
Leave you stinking
Call me Don Carlo
I'm a leader you know I don't follow
My passport stamped
took them trips I got books
My Niggaz in islands
up
I'm out my body out my body
Man im turnt up
I'm out my body
I'm turnt up
My head is spinning
I think I'm drunk as fuck
Carlos Rossi get yo head
to France and pop some bottles
French kissing a bitch with my dick while she swallows
Pull up on that monte Carlo
Pull up and all the tourist start to follow
and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane
Auctioned off every last Naugahyde divan
I'm very well acquainted with the seven
Masked up I ain't no sucka
Try to play me you get done up
Flossy killers on the come up
Told my homies we gon' get it right
Wanna see us fall up in this
a barcode, but I don't sign to get it
Can't fuck no more with you broke ho, give her to my assistant
That wig she got on so old, gave her two stacks to fix
we don't question ask
Grew up no loving just thugging you telly mad
(Huh)
Bitch don't wait up I'm gone I got a lot
Money like Wayne I ain't talking
Hey, hear me out, hear me out
Rest In Peace Victor Victorio, Carlos Robles, 2022
SacGee where you at?
Time flies like a bird or the future jet
Get
and only God know
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round if you don't know,
was comin to get ya
I don't need no help wit niggas ion need no hittas
You niggas stay duckin' me, but sneak dissin' on Twitter
I wouldn't try it pussy
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
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