Lyrics:
flow is heaven sent
My wings expand and I be gliding down
Teach these other rappers how to lyricize their rhyming sound
Iron 'round, rubies, jewels
pork fingers
And baby let me be yours for the night
I don't have a six pack
And I just might throw out my back
When I'm trying to pick to Dave's bass
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down
and seeing em being a torture with dull props
I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots
Now let the hard floor break your fall darling
'cause
a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit,
still got my fans, that's a blessing
Listen to heaven, just stay on my grind, and that's 24/7 (yeah)
And I know my mama Joanne is smiling down on me, I
to shake
But I'm still standing here only by your grace
I can't pretend that I'm unbothered
Cause the weight of the world is on me
And when I fell down I hit
backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut, "Shady, wait
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
know why I want a house by the lake imma be with big Dave everyday
2009 he drowned in the lake same day he told me come and play
I can't even fuck with
for his angel to come home
She said, Daddy before I let her go, I want to know
does Heaven have a playground,
oh yes, giant slides and merry-go rounds,
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
(Rrt, boaw, boaw, bitch)
These niggas hoes (ay, chase him)
You already know how I get down, you heard me
These bitch-ass niggas (we gon' beat they
matter-fact we suggest it
You won't be let down by the King, Mr. Majestic
The Son of God one of a wide selection
But who else has a check in the column for
who marked me
By heaven I am marked
Tounges
Go to sleep at night
Feel fine never scared
Alright let's do this boys
Now we all shine
All bright too
Never knew real love until You came down
You could've stayed in glory but You walked this ground
From a manger You appeared
Heaven came through
backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut, "Shady, wait
blanca
I got the lethal, you couldn't put a match to it (to it)
Let me know, yo, or we could do it like Stuart
Mind over matter (uh), action is needed
and anew stride matches with my new eyes and
I never never ever felt this way before God working on my soul God knocking at my door
Gotta answer gotta let
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
Because we ain't
Sharing pain
Let me talk this talk
Because where was they
I had to walk that walk
Lonely empty plates
No food on forks
Now it's like
Zoov
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