Lyrics:
this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious be -i)
oohh
Nso y3nni anidaso oohh
Wo nko na y3ni dasuor oohh na y3 na boa y3n O Lord
Nana Nyame eeehhhh Nana Nyame
Abrabo yi taa y3n so oohh
Nso y3nni anidaso
Darles Chickens or Farmbury Sludge
By Marles Pickens
Or even Stickwick Stapers by Farles
Wickens with four m's and
A silent q! Why don't you try W h
All,
y'all, y'all, y'all haters."
Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa.
Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm
pride
If you don't feel this, then nigga break wide
Cats be lookin, for the M-O-N-E-Y
Livin illegal, is the way, so they die
Cause I ain't got time,
Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
n***** shook up
Police got to search we make
It hard for them to cook us
Go and get that bag all by
Ourselves we gotta push us
B O A B E N T you n
(Uhnn ma ṣe gbe re fo mi o)
(Keleda ma ta komi o)
(Ma je n rogun kosi o)
I'm working harder o
Cause my name sounding to Porsche (sounding to Porsche)
up when it comes to you
Cut things off when it comes to me
That means do things differently
So I'm B-E double G-I-N-G-U to C-O-M-E
Back
-J
Friends know me, by my first name Victor
Santiago, half-black, half-mohondo
Dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
Me and Tone from T-N in the B-M
-J
Friends know me, by my first name Victor
Santiago, half-black, half-mohondo
Dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
Me and Tone from T-N in the B-M
Day by day
I'm on a wavy level
Don't play with them
Dem ma act their evil
They really tried
But I'm a friend to the devil
Why tan feju bi idi
the 'N' of the
'E' with the nth degree
And then there's a tiny
Weeny dwindling-off little
'E' on the end of the thing by the time I'd
Finished spelling
Feeling like Boosie in 2010
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
That's me
And y'all C-A-N apostrophe T-F-U-C-K-W
I-T-T-H-E-D-U-G-O-U-T
Nigga, what
It's too much of us
-R
Tumblr, xxxtentacion.tumblr.com, so X-X-X-T-E-N-T-A-C-I-O-N, dot tumblr, T-U-M-B-L-R, dot com.
And, um, I'm pretty sure that'd be it.
Alright, well,
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
tell it's mine
With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin
and a look that keeps you all starin
and wondering why I'm invincible
But when you hear
I’m c.l.a.s.s.y.
And if you want to get with me you’ll have to be a nice guy
Better not be high m.a.i.n.t.e.n.a.n.c.e. no need to flaunt tell me what
talk come easy
Sometime(s) it get you by
But love is a five letter word
It's simply M-O-N-E-Y
You just can't live on kisses
Or a warm embrace
fortune, no fame (fair game)
Check it again, I'm takin' up aim
‘N if ya swerve in my lane, ya soakin' a spray,
(bang, bang)
Check it again, no mo' countin',
nothing like air
I no come London to snap picture (Gbagbe)
Hennessy on ice that's a mad mixture
If you try us we go come beat y'all
I'm chilling by the sea
croakin' all over de fuckin' place! I sees y'all like dat sort o' thang...jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, y'all be well into death 'n pestilence 'n shit! prob'ly
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