Lyrics:
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
Speak on what's yours and I'll speak for mine
Yeah... I'm turnin' up you fuckin guys
From now on you have crossed the line
I'm comin' atchu wit full
Beautiful and more extreme
"I'm waiting for the man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting
Let me put my arms around your head
It's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh, this will be alright
Pour me out
on these words, this is my affidavit (wow)
And if you want a legal battle, send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
Uh, I'm half-man, half-amazin'
Interceding for me up on your throne
Dispatch an angel tell him to come on
I cannot go through this all alone
With all that I've done
I should be gone
Instead I
stripper David bowie we just rock or die
And she knows and she knows it yeah she knows it's shared
But she's living for the cash jumping in her hand
Put
me David Archuleta
Imma fuckin stomp it get your step up
Arm and hammer put that work in for the better
Keep my foot up on the gas and I wont let up
time
To buy you up a chateau
Put your vision on a board by the front Do
Even though we still feel the knock of Jim Crow
Hindsight's 20/20 but your path
your both ass finna match bro
Yeah I got some issues I get easily attached tho
Like Stop, breathe, David get a grip of yourself
Sorry I wake up everyday
the ash
Tray
Cos if I smoke it's dat
way
Up like Cardi b
Give them a light verse like barcardi breeze
She wanna go home I got the car and keys
Text yours
never bite the hand
But I said fuck it, I gotta win
Did shit that'll never fade
Can't talk about it in my dark place
Blue skies they turn to grey
No David
at the record plant
The record plant?
Yeah
Oh, bobby sherman records here
I just love bobby sherman and david cassidy
Do you know david cassidy?
No, i...
Have you
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
Cause I ain't have a dollar in my pocket
So them hungry nights left me agitated
But God had a plan, he put this power in my hand said all I gotta do is
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
backbone slip
And let your backbone slide
Now put your hand up on your hip
Now put your hand up on your hip
And let your backbone slip for the fever
Starr in my triple goose
(Back you up off me, nigga)
When the weather change let's get the coupe
(Put all the trucks up, my nigga)
Always in a New
a friend
And you know that she a ten
I asked the girl "What's your name?"
She said it was T
I said if you be my Trick
I can be your David Blaine
I'm making
the flux on 6 tracks
Got the Devil Hand
Yuh - bitch, I'm proto to the core
Your shots'll never land
Yuh - it's in the stars, my name's in stone
Your shit's
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
your girlfriend's obsessed with me
But that's a story for another day
And this is why love is fucked
'Cause you went and put your trust in her
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