Lyrics:
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
me out my socks
It's a movement combination with your lip tongue and throat
Use your teeth and your nose for a mysterious high note
I like doing it
a physician (woo)
When I cut your ass in half like a fucking magician (laugh)
Champagne is poppin'
And we in the club rocking
No we ain't stopping 'til death
a physician (woo)
When I cut your ass in half like a fucking magician (laugh)
Champagne is poppin'
And we in the club rocking
No we ain't stopping 'til death
freak, it's guaranteed
My momma don't love me she said I need help
Having cracked lips is bad for your health
Cracked so hard like ass hit by a belt
I
Alrite, we going acapella one more time
Just to hit one more rhyme
I'm drunk off the liqour, I just want
To get your girl and lick her, and feel her
All up in your head
Suited for the bullshit
Like mobsters
Maybe that's just nonsense
Maybe I just got
A guilty conscious
Shifted around by my hardships
their lips
I don't need your permission to undress your bitch I'm that major
I Keep the heater grab later
I'm Ice cold, notice the control with every
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
ain't hard to please (Please)
What kind of gun do you
Hide inside your shoebox? ('Box)
Do you still hide money in your tube socks?
(Socks)
You ever lick
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
right sis
Taking all them Quarters
When I lick my lips
I am everything and more
More more
Kiss kiss
All my daughters score up
Caking chips like this
Ain't
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
what you're made of
I chew on my fists till they bleed
I wanna be the tongue with which you lick your lips at me
So lend me your lips
I'll make them mine
Tolerated by some like some monster
But they all come back for advice like a doctor
So here’s a story yeah it goes something like this
Now that things are
get to spitting and spitting and spitting and spitting boy
You better duck when it stutter
Got bucks in the PJ I'm feeling like tucker
Glock bout
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
ay.
Oh by the way let's go do some drugs till we cough up our lungs
And while I get my camera phone to see you put a gun to your gut
I'll ask your mom
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
feel on it
Know you want that dick don't ya
I just want you lips on it
Let me kiss and lick on it
Aint no need to trip on it
Bout to put dat dick on ya
my circumferance
It’s like traveling the seven seas
And last without a compass
Lured in by the sirens
I’m Poseidon spitting violent storms
I’m here
a lick then I went and copped a Maybach
All shawty wanted was a dope boy (dope boy)
Never save a hoe like a lifeguard
And I got the molly by
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