Lyrics:
that ain't no fucking way
Ha
I'm trap santa bitch
Really just like santa ain't a chimney but I squeeze through bricks
Really think im santa ask for
Life is good and life is hard, it's all the same thing
Killa found his way out the ground, he finna game change
He been tapping into his sound
though hell should bar the way."
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
froze they try to chip the iceeee
Wet his life up when the storm hit the tide
Ice Road
I'm sliding down that ice road
Curb kissing down that ice road
mumsy
I might hit the can
Tell Creeper roll a big ting
Tell my little bro
Don't be nothing like his sibling
Tell that bad beat come here
'cause I
I wouldn't change a thing
I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older
what that water cost?
Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Filet Mignon porter house
My little brother on his medical shit from that
Knock a nigga on his ass like
A game of musicals chairs
Spin the bottle so I can see
Who these bullets kissing first
Bottle landed back on you in
UNO
path
I’d like some recognition cuz I’m sick
Of kissing my own ass
If fame only accepted five
I’d be the sixth man
I represent the millions of rappers
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
the gas, propane (gas)
Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang (grrah, grrah)
I was getting money, way before the rap game (way back)
As a young
loving me)
By loving me oh (By loving me)
By loving me first
L O V E you showered oh no
See me I'm flattered all the gold right on a platter
Lord I
fucker my dad, he fucking didn't know what love was
He learned to walk
You promised him
It ain't like I'm still 5 years old you know
It ain't like I
pregnant
The father carried on his own merry way, distaste for
Fools with no courage no guilt to claim
Now another kid won't grow up with a daddy
They're
And stop kissing them white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they
an awkward way
I used to talk about rape like it was funny
And then they raped the woman that was close to me
Now I listen to those tracks and I can't
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
on the ground and dig out his eyes
And make him bawl for his mother
We don't like each other
Only 'cause I fucked his baby mother
That bitch was under the cover
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
coaches hated so my heart went separate ways facts
Like fuck school I'm like whatever it takes then took my stash left to college and ate
I brought
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