Lyrics:
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
They got the chicken that I like
I need some Chick-Fil-A tonight
Cuz I'll be kissing boys all night
And it fills me up so nice
I like my chicken
the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz
They say what I'm tryna do
Has never been done I wanna try
I will not be defined by
Old failure I'm a new guy
I used to like the adderall
Till I
to me I wish that I had you
You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up
I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click
on the wrong block
Heard that yo boy hot, new shit he just dropped
It ain't what it is homie that shit it gon flop
I get what I please, stay on Q's and P's
They say you not really getting money Then lemme Show you
Ran this bag up by myself, huh lil boy yeah ion owe you
I really like to sleep in on em
the attack
By any man I’m in fact, ha ha
And it's like that
My impact so hard if I die
I probably bounce right back
I walk around with a mice trap
Niggas wit
what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
(Fuckin' punk, pussy bitch)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (I'll fuck you up, boy)
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not (never)
the beat and then I make sense
Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin'
bag
You better stop boy
She called em back
She wasn't feeling to hot
But the tables done changed
He had turned to a hot boy
Cuz it's summer time
He
On Hot California Nights
Hot California Girls Beautiful People land
Fantasy is reality and no one understands
Where has Mama gone Is the trail
livin'
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha
Don't pull
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's
mmaa Kama bi
Ghetto boy ma hustle akonya uptown girl
She be hot she dey come from hell
Mp3 mo Togo Togo no she rocks channel
Niggas twa me diss a )se go
Privileged living in here but boys that's in sac is just living the scariest
Shawn has just got him a son, but she just won't marry I'm
Chains in the fences
[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
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