Lyrics:
up, smokin' up)
But bitch please get yo' hand off my grip (I got a nigga)
Haha, now that's right
And it don't stop right here on W Balls
Nothin' but
listen
But I don’t give a fuck
‘Cause all I ever got to see
As a little kid
Walking down the ghetto streets
Is the life of a gang member
Making
it all
I listen to yo flaws
I click on private calls
But you only listen if you get attention in a song
So I give you what you want
And then I hear
performers in
Our career and he's come all the way from
Stokely Carmichel's -on-Sea
And I hope you're going to like
Him let's give him a big hand … (YAY!)
on Timmy?
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Ten grand is all they give me
Still got a grand left, can I let my hand rest
right there on your damn chest, fondlin your tan
when I used to wear hand me downs
Knew that I had the upper hand
In my city man they call me the kid
I’m up in the ‘Ville, I’m cold as it get
Zero
grab a hand and join the caravan
That's bein' ran by the hoochie cooche man
Then don't miss a breath of my kiss of death
An A plus in lusty while
With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his colon
I cut his hands off, he ain't touching nobody
Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody
hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shit is in my hands, here's yo' life span
And for what yo'
with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shit is in my hands, here's yo' life
Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard
to live
But then he comes uptown where he can hold his head up high
Uptown he knows that I am standing by
And when I take his hand there's no man who
than a rap, more than a brief glance
An infinite source of tap into, where truth expands
Reach hands, and take the next necessary advance
Give in
Fold coppers know he's a shot like a dread man
Yeah, I see this every day getting younger by the age
Little nigga second grade almost caught a murder
I love when you letting me be the man
Let me take you by the hand like Wendy and Peter Pan
If you fly by night that's right I'll let you make a wish
Do it, whoo, little nasty girl
Yo, man, see that? Damn
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Hey, girl, I like your flava, wish I could be your neighba
Must be
Whoo, Little nasty girl
(Yo man, see that??)
Damn!
Yo Yo Yo Yo
Hey girl I like your flava
Wish I could be your neighbor
Must be coffee by
gonna let this slide
Imma give you this dick all day and all night
You don't got no car and you don't got no whip
Only way you get rides is by sucking
What happened to the right hand, Light Man?
Nah that's Dark Man
Well let's get it right then
[Chorus]
Now I see for who you are, it's like I know
am
So baby give me a chance
You may not know it
But I know for sure that I wanna be your man
Well, you took me by surprise
Like lightning from above
a man can just relax
Slippers there by the chair
Not a worry not a care
Along comes junior swinging his little axe
Tell me a story tell me a story
a man can just relax
Slippers there by the chair
Not a worry not a care
Along comes junior swinging his little axe
Tell me a story tell me a story
fucking loser i fly the kite
My little man'll cut his sister up
He loves his bitch
You snatch her he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my
I can see the way you glance
Imma pull up on you
Cause I wanna be your man
Ain't no undercover
Take you by your pretty hands
Moving till the sun up
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