Lyrics:
Every little spot they know me
Loyal females who can't just give me the twat
They show me like I'm a big stock broker on Wall Street
I said, "Nahh, I'm
sag that's just everywhere I go
Plus I got to show my ass that's just everywhere I go
Had coke your ole lady 'fore I pump her with that wood
Got me
the way your jeans fit
'Cause your hips wide
I know you're from the South
I can tell from your back side
I'm from the slums
Let me show you how
me some more. In time we'll be hitting the floor.
Sean Paul we passed the draw. Gimme the light give me the light Busta Rhymes girl gimme some Mo. In
or forge your story
Tired of being the audience
I just want them to adore me
But I know can't please all
That's how people fall
I'm throwed like Paul wall
Godzilla ain't got shit on me
Check the repertoire Elm Street I dare You to dream
It's the dark side of the moon
Get your pistols out
Ain't shit to beef
in the back of his head
SO Paul yanked his cord and whipped it cross Donnie's face
About that time me & Chris stopped to see
What all the commotion was
Okay I gotta go
Bye
Sorry where was I?
Come with me baby I'll show you the sights
Hot Boiz always know where to get the best ice
We'll cruise down
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin'
a bird in her birthday suit
Only came for the cake
I ain't come for the face but I came on her, aye
Watch your mouth, boy I say what I say
Montreal rap
Written By: Kim Hairston
Produced By: Egar Boi
Come with me let me show you
Yes, huh
Come with me let me show you
My name Quiz
Oh Lord in your
got any girls, cuz they think you be around me
Every since the beginning of battle, your best best was to run paul
As this one girl told me, you went
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro
I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time
a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,
And by the way, fuck what u heard boy
[Hook (2x)]
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My nigga fuck it what u heard
You need to find out
highway patrolman
Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
Then I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman
I'm still in photos, posted with
masturbate right now
And if you don’t know how to do it,
Franklin Graham will show you how
11. Stroke it hard, repress your conscience,
Fill up your head with
then. Paul, since I traveled the country for 3 years, 'n they said they could not understand me. Maybe I could make a good rock star. I don't know. Heh
optical illusions
Run up on me
That chopper skip to conclusions
I don't give a fuck with your bitch
I'ma do her paul Wall with her, I'ma chop
Her and screw
smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has
treasure, huh?
How do you measure it?
Where does your passion hide, huh?
Is that Faberge Eggs dangling in front of your face, bro?
How you define your
later
Being invited to take part in
The Royal Variety Show
This time last year
We were all dead chuffed because
"Love Me Do" got into the top twenty
killers, but
Rap about it in all of your lyrics
This shit is weak
They tellin' me I'm the illest
I ain't even hit my peak (Ha)
The hood know I'm official
the bomb.com
Hoes treat this shit lke a case
Hoe lemme nut in ya face
She gave me nec fuck the brace
Me and my jit let it spray
I told lil hoe imma skeet
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