Lyrics:
protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book
Everything I scribble's like
An anarchist's cookbook (Look good
Posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book)
Black on black
from the start
Haters never last
I could be your mcm but I won't buy you one
Sipping on this henny got me moving dumb
Said she never really acts like
sides, casket wide open
I say it all with sincerity Britt ya thighs poking
I'm mesmerized by every step its hard to stop from groping
Ya magic got me
gone excite 'em
I got da ball ain't doing no fumbling you Know I grip it tighter
I ain't got no raps for nun of you folks at all
This ain't a cypher
fosse
I'll do everything, I rely on my dick no hands
I'm better by default
Ils font les fous, les frères, les fans mais c'est que d'l'internet
Est-ce
Jepetio, hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch
Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything
peep hole downtown
Got damn it boys this is everything we need
We got a job to do here, and if we do it right it's the last one
It's too much money
She says, lift me up oh lift me boys
Let me see the one I love
Lift me up oh lift me now
Let me see the man I love one more time
Broken by starvation
Livin' in this modern world everything goes to hell
Rioting in the streets, I'm livin' by my law
Running an endless race to society's constant
i went this way.
She put her heart in a suitcase,
Along with everything else,
She moved in with her mother,
Couldn't stand being by herself,
let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
And I've got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending
would probably be hysterical
For 25 years she seen me be a miracle
Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical
Naw I ain't act religious but God know me
Last night I was ready to go
But shawty tweakin my emotions
She think I'm a radio
But I ain't sweat it like I'm smokin reefer
Way too busy stackin
people stare
She'd say slow down, hear what I say
Your time will come to be a woman some day
Treat yourself with more love and more care
Love the child
the game, she ain't treating us right
I ain't really the one but I cherish her life
I blame the change on us, the same must go for me
Our love is deep but I
em
I'm so fuckin focused I know they hate it
And ain't no opponent bitch I'm the greatest
If I'm in the building she gone shake it
I took what I had
victory or defeat
I say I'm everything and more
And you can't tell me any different
You new rappers cool but you far from competition
The best white rapper
B Life
I fucked with her again just to have her twice
I try not to look back but she was going by
Man I'm packing packing packing
And I gotta
the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to a show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning
work tryin' to get by
Every time I close my eyes
I'm havin' nightmares of closed caskets faced down
Thankin' is it my time
But got to watch these
"Bloxk Party" at the party, start the party over
Shoot a cop car 'cause I'm retarded, I ain't got it all
Everything I got, I worked for it, make me knock
she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
at the crib with this girl Suzanne
And everything was goin just accordin to plan
When the phone rang - yo, I couldn't believe it
Told myself to ignore it,
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