Lyrics:
ripping me off I think it's
His girdle that's tipping me off Mike D's out back and he's growing
Onions I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onions
I've got
yo, I would set it
And tell the DJ run the beat from (Ultra-magnetic)
I grab the mic and then I leave the party buzzin
Tellin all the honeys I was Slick
And actin' a fool
I was that kid never doing
Good at
Nothing except for maybe
At P.E.
And I was that kid getting
Bullied by the
Filipinos rollin with
to the cheese then I bounce
This nigga he wanna come unannounced
I ain’t got time not even an ounce
This beat got a bounce
Double the racks, count all the pounds
rack, legendary night cap
Stacks she be getting, naughty by nature my name writing on that kitten baby
The cookie on Bombay, put it on the menu out
Here goes Bryson with his AR and
His red hat again (Brraa)
I hop on every beat just
To make everybody mad again (Ah)
Ain't y'all tired of them female
Big drip big whip big ice big bank
EZZY MONEY
My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me
(big drip)
My whip is so hard you can’t park by me
(skurt)
My
lady in everyway
You are the one that
Really make my heart it skip a beat
I say you knock me off my feet
I wanna be loved by you
I wanna be squeezed by
I'm there with a Carmelo uniform
I jerk to a pawn then I'm off to work
Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft not Miller
I
now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah,
this like gangstas
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
That money get dropped off, so do he
Right off the booth of his mama'
the towel sign off just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
It's
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy
Ayy lil' Instagram ho, how much you fuckin' for? (And some head)
After me, go in that room and show some love
had to cut some niggas off, but ain't no hard feelings (for real)
Being backstabbed by your family, that's a hard feeling (for real)
Yeah, I know I
the machine they callin for
Fuck a message all they need is it playin back
I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat
With bums niggas who sell crack
Flippin off
touch you
(Baby)
Are you by yourself tonight, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Excuse me I'm talkin'
Oh, oh, the sun beats down
And burns the tar up off the roof
And your shoes get so hot
You wish your tired feet were fireproof
Under
know your click is full of wussies
When you walk by you smell like pussies
You niggaz ain't killa to fuck with godzilla
Monsters, Villans fo real
Yo biz, let's send this out to the Propmaster Cool DJ Red Alert
Bring the beat in, Todd
Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
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