Lyrics:
show me love, with a little tittie rub
Said, "Hit me later on baby, maybe we can what?"
Said, "Sound like a plan" wit my hand on her butt
But shit hit
Wicked clowns(x4)
As I walked through River Rouge, I saw this man
He was covered he was buttered snatched his jewelry and ran
I cought up with Nate
When the Heavens Light Up
by Patty Larkin
Look at your hand there in the wind
Familiar as your name
You're gonna spread your fingers like a wing
*Hill*
I slap you up and make you *feel* what DeVon *feel*
You cry like Dice Clay, like Kunta Kinte I gets loose
You blowin up's a fucking dream like
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
by and people get high,
In the tropics, they come in they go.
[Chorus]
Up in America
Stick up, hands in the air
You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care
No chance to run, don't shout
Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out
Grand
choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first
a feeling deep inside
Some ... wasn't right
The way he proves himself a man
By beating his woman with his hands
Oh I wish that she'd seen the light
How can
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
Suckers!
[daz]
How many real homeboys y'all got out there?
Can y'all count on one hand? i can
Straight up, dogg pound gangstas
Funky fresh in
Embers in the ashtray,
Six-pack down behind my seat,
One hand up on the wheel,
Eat A Peach playin' on repeat.
Got my baby at my side,
Her hair
)
All ya'll punk motherfuckers get schooled
Slammed on sight
By candlelight my hand will write these
Rhymes 'til I'm burnt out
Mostly from experience
Pops is dealin'
And on top of that got moms sprung
Scheming of the top
Pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my
Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind
With the razor to this niggas throat
Stand still ? don't make my hand kill
Fuck around, end up in a land
antaxion
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb
stars and eyes
I was lost there I was hypnotized
I thought that nobody could see all of the things that I see
But she grabbed me by the hand
She started
don't see a ring on your pretty little hand
Drop some plastic on the tab, my Chevy into gear
Drop your keys by my door, your coat on my floor
We'll go
jewels
Protect that gear by whatever tools
Cup your hand and cover up
Nwh say, grab your stuff
[Chorus]
Ladies this involves you too
Stand by
are the risen king
Seated in majesty (yeah)
You are the risen king
By his stripes we are healed
By his nail pierced hands, we're free
By his
Knowin' if I had the chance to turn me into your man
I would do all I can and switch up all of my plans
Put my heart in your hand
Girl, you know I been
only knows let down
By the corner, there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
Well he tried to live, but he's done trying
Not
Ochre, ivy, brick, and leather-bound books
Built up by heavy locked crooks
With unburdened minds of bastardized Darwinian logic
Projected
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