Lyrics:
strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-are-triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck
What would it take to push a man (Slim Shady)
Far enough to put somethin' material over a human life?
What would drive someone completely over
1-6
(Game)
At this age
How are them man still hatin'?
My young boy in a different country
But he ain't ever been on vacation
One hand
1-6
(Game)
At this age
How are them man still hatin'?
My young boy in a different country
But he ain't ever been on vacation
One hand
1-6
Game
At this age
How are them man still hatin'?
My young boy in a different country
But he ain't ever been on vacation
One hand on a girl
the country before
So take your bra off, put your hair up
Put my hoodie on
Eyes are windows to the soul
Yours say "put me on"
I got you baby every morning
your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't
Solar-energized rides, no steerin' wheel, tell it how to drive
No propellers in the sky
Airplanes like mini rockets
Waiting lists for the rich to get tickets
my friends up to make some paper like me
Put them in position and make their wishes come, true
So they can have multiple accounts gain interest over
and the drives
All the British people
Going about their British lives
We're all living on this island
We're all getting by
Empire lost, we count the cost but
Stiff
and end in strife
Put down the knives and show us some love
Where is the million that God sent from above
Just drop this beat and take it slow
You my man,
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
live in
It's not the same as ours
I don't really know how
They're all still in charge
Corrupted system the
Sheep will follow
But some of us are different
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
I'm licking her thighs then I put my face in breast, I
Took a drive, my plug on the west side of Atlanta
He known to finesse guys
With a hammer
lives, who dies, who tells your story
I know that we can win
I know that greatness lies in you
But remember from here on in
History has its eyes on you
think about fucking her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fucking Pink Houses
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do
But check it
How you spell
in the whip
Baby, I'm just tryna fuck (fuck), not make love (love)
If you tryna have some kids, that's a dub
Said, I'm 'bout to put this condom
couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give
needed
The masters of suffering gotta
Have some relief
No more relaxing in that passenger seat
This is
Our country and our chance to redeem it
I got
be a
Legend like Will was a legend
But I'm not an actor, put that in my will
Gimme a second uncut coke
Lyrics what I'm stressing
She want the raw so I
ain't playing fair
Drive by walk down up the murder rate
I ain't going back to jail Ima do the race
Nigga say he want smoke well it's in the air
Niggas
hurt
Watchin' you perform with the nigga that put him in the dirt
He prolly got some other issues, leave Jeezy alone
Big Meech brother Southwest
leaking like a prego tity, if ain't money ,Get away from me
Beast in my city the best in your country and I make them ooh like I'm killing the kitty
My
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