Lyrics:
Tell the tales from the lady who's fat
Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)
Come on everybody
(Heartbeat props!)
Everybody, get ready for the heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props!)
We're gonna make it funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat
to the beat and feelin' all right
Everybody was dancin' on the floor
Doin' all the things they never did before
And then this fly girl with a sexy lean
She
is a bad ho
Everybody knows she really is a bad one
Everybody knows like the Grinch she's a mad one
Bloody Queen, coming out with the kitty claws
everybody’s fighting
I can’t stand still,
Man a bored of their side chicks, threatens he is leaving
Jealous in the bathroom she scheming stealing semen
Feeling
bit motherfuckers
Say hello...
I.K.P., (this is for yall) Phi-Roze, uhhh
cs the world goes by
I don't know why but everybody gotta die some time
cs
at everybody
She say that I’m very cocky
I told her to tie your shoes you’re tripping I kicked that bitch out in front of everybody
Yea lil bitch I’m a hood star
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
the void in my bed with something pretty
When sun goes down
You'll be gone but will you miss me
'Cause I know how this ends
Time will pass then you'll forget
gone
When I see her, my mind goes to places
I just can't focus when she's on the stages
It's the way she switches her hips with her body
Just
Yeah we know ya bitch that hoe for everybody
You want smoke than let us know, that goes for everybody
Fuck that friendly shit, we here to ball up
And they say: " here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
There goes everybody's girl
Everybody's girl, everybody's girl, everybody's girl"
You
Baby we live in a world
Where anything goes
Everybody fighting for the same old thing
But not everything that shines is gold
Take a look into
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
a drink
But I just lost my place,
Always feel so out of place
Everybody tell me ""boy, don't change""
And it goes, it goes, it goes
I fucking hate this
Tryin' to be a new star
Tryin' to get high
All decked out in her designer clothes
'Cause she's shootin' from the hip with a credit card
Everybody thinks
are ways of telling whether
she is a witch.
CROWD: Are there? What are they?
BEDEMIR: Tell me, what do you do with witches?
VILLAGER #2: Burn!
, makin' out in the parkin' lot
Down home angel with a whole 'nother side
She's the "Oh no, there she goes" turnin' up my stereo, type
(Oh no, there she
When I see her my mind goes to places
I just can't focus when she's on the stage
It's the way she switches her hips with her body
Just proves she's truly
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
of the month after I put out that grease fire out with my face
Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that
I was gettin' a lot of attitude
Ok,
got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't Eightball at the mall with
scared to me
Goes to school feeling hungry
Theres a girl she looks scared to me
Yet they say the best things in life are free
Everybody should have
funk which is bumped by the streets
Im there when im there bitch click yada yada
Im draped like the shit with my lit frajasa
She claims to have some
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