Lyrics:
don't need no help
I will jack Santa's elf smack him n' bring him in the Melph
By Norman early in the mornin', it's stormin', I'm yawnin', and then
my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin', these niggas dick ridin'
An' pretty bitches wanna fuck now (woo)
I'm up now (up now), I guess it's love
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take
of Shadows, he's lit up by a spark
To run into the umbra , as fast as a shark
Jack of Shadows, ultravoilet eyesight
Giving him the vision that cats-eye
jumpin' jack flash
It's a gas! gas! gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap
Right across my back
But it's all right now,
rights
The Ash-ites will add you
To the un-American list
Along with Allen and Milton and Dwight
Social Security's a Bolshevik plot
Cooked up by some
a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show
Because
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're
a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show
Because
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're
line by line
I guess its gotta be around 3.30
cause old Jimmy's always on time
Oh the odour of the ale and the smell of tobacco
The scent of the old
I'm tryna stack it up Jay-Z
Ball like KD
Slim lil bitch with me no shady
I'm finna pipe now she going crazy
Put her to sleep like Rockabye baby
Go
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I'm
Came in this game going crazy
Came in this game and made em hate me
Ups and downs the struggle like a earthquake couldn't let it shake me
And
I'm so
that girl trying to make it in the world
By turning my back on you
Sweet confusion
Don’t wait up Jack
I’m never coming home
So don’t wait up
Don’t wait
the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D)
It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye
Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your
of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin disease
Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they
Whole motherfucking label up
This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em
la Dear slim Part 2
la la la la la la la la yo
Dear slim i wrote you but you aint callen'
its been a couple years now since i wrote that song en
it kind of took me by surprise
First time I seen your pumpkin head, it kind of took me by surprise
I swear I wasn't staring, mama. It's just my eyes
empathy
How can we co-exist if no one give up anything
Should we just blow it up
Then go and dub it chemistry
Should we just imitate the past
To best
niggas in the worst way
Fatboy fly by he turned ya bitch into a hurt bae
Trackstar she sliding call her Jackie Joyner Kersee
Expensive shit she buy she
[Verse 1: Slim]
Tell me why you're here tonight
Are you looking for someone to do you right
I see you standing by yourself
And I heard you're
la Dear slim Part 2
la la la la la la la la yo
Dear slim i wrote you but you aint callen'
its been a couple years now since i wrote that song en
potatoes
You must be sniffin' that yayo
If you don't think I'm that nigga
Swagger on ten since a day old
It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's
Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s
to come through with my hoopty
And scoopin chicks up at UC but Slim Thug
Tell them how they do it down in H Town
(that's right) tell them niggas how they do
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