Lyrics:
give it up, watch her
Black girls, wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
White girls, wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
Spanish
chopper, I'm just tearin' bodies
Pj, got a thirty and extenders in this hand Glock
I'm gettin' get rich as fuck, I'm just tryna keep my man out
Gave my
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
into the well-fed earth
One of which, a liberty apple, after being watered in
Was tamped by a baby barefoot
With a bow hanging in her hair
Biting her
stomach growl
Wow, get your son's neck wrung
Hold him by his ears
Throw him down the stairs
Now you gotta step-son
Imma' make a suggestion
Come up with
the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)
North
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also fine
Tryin' to get Short Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep
Same keys that you're hearing
Same keys that I got in my trunk
Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas bag
And I made it off of trap talk
'Cause I'm having
flare
I'm the best I know its unfair
At your door and your bitch coming
It's her and I and we ain't smashing pumpkins
I pull hoes and only pushing buttons
flare
I'm the best I know its unfair
At your door and your bitch coming
It's her and I and we ain't smashing pumpkins
I pull hoes and only pushing buttons
at hand as if
My predicates on song
Set precedent - I'm addressing
The elements indulged in finesse
Your less eloquent rhetoric is strong
Where I reside
off the floor tryna handle stress
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Been taking shots and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
through so much money that I need three hands to count it
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
stalk
Load up the ratchet they faces take off
Black ski masking don't fuck with the law
We rolling up pounds and it making a sound
By my neck I am bound I
, that's my knife hand
And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass
Uh
Now we suckin'
and then some
They said I had one shot I went and got a and one
I'm eating off your plate, and I'm only leaving crumbs
You ain't thinking I'm the best then
me
I dun OD on jewelry
Fuck low key I'm a OG
So I stand out
Like a black man in a white house I'm too street
With my shirt off
Like
a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by
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