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And she's like "how you like my hair? "
I'm like "that bob looks fly but them lips, oh my"
Can't wait til you plant that kiss on me, on me, on me, on me,
and crafts?
Wa-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, that's right
I'm growing out my hair, I'm moving out to Cherokee
I'm going to be a rock star
on these words, this is my affidavit (wow)
And if you want a legal battle, send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
Uh, I'm half-man, half-amazin'
And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom"
Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me
50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me
I
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
hair's to show my pride and it's "Fuck you" if you don't like mine
Yeah, man, you don't want no prob-a-lems
Why? 'Cause I get that from my dad and them
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
I'm as ghetto as it gets, girl, you know that's right
I ain't got nothin' to hide, baby, I'll tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up being 'round long
(Ayo, where's Snoop Dogg?)
I don't know that nigga just went upstairs with that big booty bitch, man
(Ah, he ain't bustin' no nuts on my mama's spread)
(Ayo, where's Snoop Dogg?)
I don't know that nigga just went upstairs with that big booty bitch, man
(Ah, he ain't bustin' no nuts on my mama's spread)
like a drive by
Gotta be making it outa the gutter
You see the mandem you hide under the cover, my lyrics will give you cold shivers and stutters
I'm
I'm just talking
Phases through living I've been through it all
But I'm fortunate enough for not many lost
I could be stretching that bar by a lot
Just
know it's all year right? Hah!
I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City
The night before I gotta turn my second album in
Higher than
things
that I want to say
I'm going crazy, 'cause all my thoughts are filled with you
There's got to be some way I can get through to you ohh
(Repeat
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
around my head
I'm gonna sleep tonight in Maria's bed
Got on a dead man's suit and smilin' skull ring
Lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing
I
the white man
But I can't wash this blood from my hands
Baby, I'm the white man
Why was I born with this curse
You know I wrote that constitution
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
and fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by
I've ever seen in my life
(Bro you said the same thing about the last chick bro)
Who?
(The one in the blue that walked by 5 minutes ago)
Man Shut up
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
make the mistake of pitching to me underhand.
today I enter my late twenties officially,
or react with water initially.
I'm dead to the world right now
to conquer whole gang trading shots
Turn up the party man fuck all the talk come with me baby you'll be my bitch
All on my shit when i'm falling i'm gonna make
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