Lyrics:
kid, stay in a child's place
I cook you up, like Uptown raw base
And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface
Like I said it before, shorty
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
his homosexuality by marrying a female
Opera star henry Miller, in his old
Age, obsessed with young Oriental
Girls john Dos Passos going
From fervent
cold,
And you’ve gone through so much in your short life that sometimes it’s even hard for you to believe
That your only eighteen years old.
Now your
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
it like a playground?
Well we can joke about your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals
money, music money
Money that could put your girlfriend in a handbag
White tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long stick like a granddad
AJ
A GREAT ARTIST!
PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: OKAY, I DON'T THINK WE NEED TO
CALL HER BROTHER IN ABOUT THIS.
I'M SURE THAT YOU CAN COME UP WITH A SUITABLE
be on some ho shit ask my old girl
If this was your world it
Wouldn't be no girls
Cause you only like men aight then go girl
You triflin pussy like
contain
All my niggas throwin' sets up
I ain't with the flex
All my niggas holdin' TECs up
No, we don't let up pussy gon' get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma
perfect, a 10 outta 10
If you wanna leave, just let me know when
Hop in the whip, and we can go for a spin
I'll smile ear to ear from the look of your grin
lyrics damn cold
Y'all rappers the same it's getting damn old
Yo walk is so different yo walk is unique
I see by ya smile ik you a freak
Give me a chance
up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open window flow, I air shit OUT
In
and here's your invitation
No sparklers over 'ere and all the women taken
We just pop bubbles, pour doubles, we want no trouble
Whine two gyal, we want no
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
daddy (Goonies)
Soul niggaz they sick and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin)
Somebody snappin pictures
for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes
I'm on the Cross Bronx with all three of my mans
Runnin' up in your spot with a MAC in my hand
Pure
what's up with them niggas that was on the TV dissin' you?)
Man fuck them niggas, man I ain't thinkin' about that old shit, man
(Buster ass,
what's up with them niggas that was on the TV dissin' you?)
Man fuck them niggas, man I ain't thinkin' about that old shit, man
(Buster ass,
People trying to control their life like their playing sims 4
Damn, ima make sure you feel my pain in your core
The only time I’m checking out is when I’m
used they powers as a hate tool
But I been out in my community tripling my earning
True colors show when you ducking from the fist
Hop up out your
me, through rain, sleet and snow with me,
blow up, get rich and spend the dough with me,
no need to think about the past, get your things and pack your
smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in walks Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in
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