Lyrics:
with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
So uh, tick-tock and keep
of and
Treated poorly being jealous
& verbally abusive to a Little girl
In life you have to work
Hard to be successful
Not try to tear someone down for that’s
with the day,
Wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
little girl
I was raised by women,
A women made me a man,
Its just to bad that a man,
Took her innocence.
And god knows that I,
I would finish him,
And this is my way to say thank you
All alone in the world
Confused and don't know what to think
'Cause she thought that she was
She was daddy's little
flashes with they cameras, that's how you get caught up in a scandal
My outfit was sick I fed it Campbell's
I always be leading by example
I hopped out
back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose
Got my sky, fly, who that guy?
Slip 'em my
in my villa
Wit my masseuse struttin illa
frank switch the plan. Cock the Lexus Lan
See cutta, Rockafella 4 hundreds and betta
Little Ceas push threes
in wordplay while the world plays with my emotions
Hoping a little poetic therapy can keep me from needing a therapist
I hide hurt in haiku
"All little
on his own and never sold-out
In a few years, I hope this makes you so proud
When you looking back
This tape was my life, on & off the tracks
Between all
Girls, you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing (my men and my women)
That thing (don't forget about
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
Yeah, it's all fact no fiction
It's my interpretation
Wanna know how it went down? I'll tell ya
Yo, Biz turn me up a little
Bit in the headphones man
a life men
Story of a little girl who got herself smashed up
By a couple of boys they were classmates
Lil nigga got everything on a tape men
Nudes leak
This isn't real, I said
Baby, I don't want to bug ya
I am a real life cutter
It's days I've been running stoned
There's love in a voice
It's
where my time and talent go
Her vaginal pressure call her fire hydrant,
Party in the USA girl Miley Cyrus,
Hardest working people I fuck with the migrants
brought to life?
Where I'm from, you get cheffed on a normal night
Men talk on my name, but it's porkie pies
I really put it in a prick like a porcupine
Sailing down the coast in my little rowboat
Oh ain't found her yet got a ways to go
Gotta find that girl and make her mine
Yeah man
Oh she's the one
real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know?
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period?
I mean, I would
(yeah), my girl, my life, you know?
C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit (yeah)
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch (yeah)
You
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
mr.campbell I'm kind of soup ma but I ain't with the talkin is you getting in the coup ma
[Cam'ron]
Plus her eyes hot get in my drop she said why shit I'm like
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