Lyrics:
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
Jersey down to Mitentry
Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise
When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for
Get off my dick for what
blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes
Price rising for a show and the flow
So either
you that lost the will to live
[Verse 1]
Pissed on the motherfucking White House lawn
I threw a rock, then I ran
'Cause I couldn't stand anymore
rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this,
Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, fuck them
my big nose
You'll never see me in Thyland
But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle
the one
On top is where I be
Tell me, do you see what I see?
(When I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me)
Do you see what I see?
(I
She like how I rock rock rock rock
Super drip my steezy for who hot
I can not stop
She like how I
She like how I rock rock rock rock
But you can't be
goes you gotta be calm
She was just feeling so feisty
She had the right away
Cuz i was the nigga she wanted
To give her a brighter day
(hold up)
Groovy
a Rockstar a true rock and roll
Pull up on the guards and tell them they could go
Hey what you watching us for leave my tomb and go
This act is by God that's
(Tsk, this nigga tripping)
I'm-a give you one of these motherfuckers, let you try this motherfucker out, man
And I bet you be calling me tomorrow
line.
(repeat 2x)
[michel'le] let's play house...
[michel'le] is that what you want me to do with you?
You play tha momma baby let's play house
I'll play
So the next time you say you love me
Please look in my eyes
So I can tell if its real love
To separate lies
Cuz I don't want to be your son
If you
But you gotta take the bad
Along with the good
I'm one of many on a list
And I want you to acknowledge this
Well, things got heavy and that's a fact
So
Long fat green, love what you do, so young must be nice
Roll first class, limousine drool, packed house every night
Hey rock star, got a cold
shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it
My degrees are routed toward the peasy haired brick houses
And studded-up, thicke medallions
Rich
in my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
I gotta do a show so you know I'm bout to rock it
See my homie Short, layin' low-key
I
what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Rock-rock-rock all night
Rock all night
Body look like mine?
He keeps on the lights
I act so different when I am not by you
I can't control myself
the blood
We made a portal to what?
Raising the dead like we bump
So, I was in the last room, seen that bitch go nasty
Lately I be livin' in the inner
Circle,
shit you never seen, so
Rose Clicquot, the shit you gotta drink slow
All in my cup, bitch, I ain't on no fucked shit
I just want a pretty dime piece
for you
(I want to thank you for holding me down) All the love you showed me
(I know that you care for me) I'ma give it right back to you
Let's go
must be fed, can't eat with a closed mouth
Can't make it home if you sleeping in the ho's house
Eating all the ho's food, slouching on the ho's couch
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