Lyrics:
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
of a cottage by a stream
With my man
Where a few flowers grew and perhaps a kid or two
Like my man.
And then my eyes get wet
I 'most forget
Yo broski
I heard them man der orochi
Pure snakes in the grass
Racks Get your head banned like shinobi
Best not side step by the gang
You lost your
deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit you know how The Lox
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bodily harm
Now grab your girl and run along
'Cause she'll be with me by the end of the song
Ayo
it come to this dope, blood, money
And guns i'm something like a triple threat
Power make her triple wet
The devil wears Prada
She loving that new
don't know now you know
My flow you pick like an afro
Wet like Soul Glo
Uh, you don't stop
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
Met you in Houston, but you're from Atlanta
No you're from Pennsylvania or somethin'
Fuck all I know is, you're hot and you know this
You make it
Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Bang, bang
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Fuck what you jackin' boy
Fuck
I can see by the way you walk you've never been with a man before
And I can see by the way that you look at me
That you'd sort of like to try it
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
What? Who got shot?
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I
curry cuz you know I'm so hot
Like Thompson I make it wet and you know that's a fat bet
I'm ready bitch so bring it on
Beat the beat like donkey Kong
But
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
To many times, I've been waisting
So many times could've get your heart
Your vibe seem high wanna test it
You by my side Issa big flex
Oh ou oh
Can't
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
Driving by the block
Hope to see your face at the window
Rolling up a blunt
Passing by the ghost town, passing by your hometown
Driving by the block
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