Lyrics:
Misschien was jij de reden van George Michael bij Wham!
en schreef je alle texten voor Miker G en DJ Sven
en regelneefde je die hook-up van Dre en Eminem
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
don't spend it
New Six it's a brand new menace
In a tight end no George Kittle
Nigga play with me I zip you
One by one I'll pick you
That's head by head
Eh I sing put your hands
One two one two one two one two
You no go die young oh
Put your hands in the air one two one two
Nobody nobody go kill you oh
swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said
What you want, nigga? What you, what you want nigga?)
Two of the world's greatest
Brooklyn's Finest
The Commission lives on
B-I-G Forever
Biggie
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
hindered like I'm Forrest Gump
Bu-dump, for your trunk
Get you hooked like crack hooked Humpty Hump
I catch the *real* with more sick humor than Benny
Grabbed three pussies off the shelf. "Can you ring me up?"
We fucking by the cereal. Aisle three: clean it up
It's the Summertime, so I'm ballin' like
with Him. cs one of the founders of the Gospel group, “The Bullock Brothers,” my Uncle George wrote a song titled “Gather in Your Tools,” which has been
know Michael and George
At the rifle store
And Joselito, by the Home Depot
He gon tell his people put
Needles in your peehole (Gracias)
Your rapping is
Pain and suffering made me my own boss
I give thanks to the Lord
Plat on my wrist used to be Michael Kors
Surrounded by multiple keys I used to get
Unspoken Love Pt. 2
When it’s good it’s good when it’s bad it’s the worse
Can’t stand that shit
Like why you fuckin with me for if you know how I am better
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
the team never cap on a G
You don’t ride all the time you fake all your rhymes “Lil Matt” wannabe
She don’t want sex with the gang by the way she be
a strap
I got two bad bitches, them bitches black
Fly in the air, we smokin' on thrax
How you a black nigga bullied by Max?
We send a fuck nigga right
Knight
I put my knife in your wind pipe and breeze on the turnpike (the Evil genius)
You know and I know who took your chain
You got robbed two
ahead, go ahead)
I want to get into man, you know (go ahead)
Like a, like a sex machine, man
Doin' it, you know (yeah)
Can I count it off? (Go ahead)
her
Get through wit her mess around, my girl come down
And put two in her
But I'm in a heavy case like the type that Pepsi make
Who you fake got
and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don't want to put your vehicle next to us
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don't want to put your vehicle next to us
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
nothing but love
I'm feelin' extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
in Black Tops
To top of this rap game! (Anyway)
I still want the rims that don't listen
Check your reflection as they glisten
Stop at the light & they
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