Lyrics:
know that you can never
See me little nigga
While I'm at the top
I will never stop
When a nigga pop
See the way I run it, and leave a nigga bitter
Y'all
for free
Got some technique, making money easier than it seemed
Little nigga, rub his hands together, I know he got a scheme
Thick bitch, trying
feeling feisty
Fight me or hype me
Taste a little sweet but my attitude spicy
I mean come on why you think he like me
Maybe cause you did it to em
What you
Hey, you know so many ways to be wicked
But you don't know one little thing about love.
But you don't know one little thing about love.
Hey why do
seen enough heat in the Middle East, guess not
Point that little heat at me, guess what
Flaco, pinche greñas
I go by many names
Couple years up catch
show you a freak's technique
I know that you're a freak, you're just discreet
Sugar check this out, this gon be a night to remember
I can tell by
of hustle
A sentimental dream with a little bit of fuck you
Suburban taught to non-violence, like Gandhi did
Bully saw loner him as a prime target then
Ain't
I’m sitting here burning blunts
Tapping ashes by the bales passing L’s
To those that fail at painting details
I know the pills ate your braincells
You
Baby girl, put your hands up when you sipping on the cup
Back in university, I was the proudest man, saying little, showing no obvious emotions
With
her eyes rollin' back
Mami, it's all on me
Let me show you how to play wit that
Now please, let me show you a freak's technique
I know that you
stand by what I chose, future who knows
We had it once but not again
Elephant's in the room, I love you but I can't pretend
We used to love just a little
to scuff
Don't want to hear your if, and, or buts
Listen little more and I'll tell you what
I have to say, I know this may
Sound off the grey, what
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
will I stop reaching for better
Whether wheels of steel or reel to reel
G Rap will make you feel the real deal
I usually rap hardcore and I know
changing what they did to you
Can’t believe dat they did dat to you
Please reflect
No mirror
Your innocence
I feel it
Surrounded by ignorance
And villains
It took a lifetime, but I finally found
The perfect waffle recipe
You'll never find a batter any better in this whole stinkin' town
One little
Awww yeah
Mmmm, hmmm, hmmm
I'm talking about the power of love now
I'm gonna tell you what love can do
You know when they say love makes
Yeah he took her for a spin and then she took him for a roll
She said little did you know I'm a party animal
Yeah a party animal a party animal
Yeah
know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people
Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not
the sucker MCs try to chump my style
I let them know that I'm versatile
I got style finesse and a little black book
That's filled with rhymes and I know you
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