Lyrics:
in his nose he aint fading me
Because i'm black police always gon label me
Cause im a rapper they always degrading me
Shoutout my teachers because they
hurl
By she the best when she give a nigguh head
Well, Lemme get something right now (Right now)
Lord of evil coming in pipe down (Pipe down)
Jesus mad
really care
She don't really care
She want them diamonds in her ear
Diamonds in the air
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She lived in Somalia
Her parents from
Y-y-y-yeah
Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man
fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here I'm not quite getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since
taught me inverted,
Yeah, my Plum dog
Was the main cohort
In that digital-to-analog
K-8 bookended by
Volumes of all the EB Games trade-ins
And when we
you, you say we just friends but not tonight boo.
Lets pretend you my Cinderella, have you home by twelve, or respect the fellas.
Keep you together in my
back in *ungh*. Only two inches!
Speakin of two... Got any threes?
GOD DAMN
wow. this song is so cool. it sounds like dick tracy. giving a blow job.
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This that Bel-Air fresh air jet air
Somebody give em something
This that welfare hell yeah
It is just what it is
It is just what it is
This that Bel-Air
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
gone locked up
She say she want my baby got me fucked up
That nigga beat me to it nigga lucked up
We coming in quick air it out
We keeping tabs on yo
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here I'm not quite getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory
something
That hits you by surprise
In the middle of the night
Your neck will break
If you follow this riddim
If you got what it takes
Cmon solve this riddle
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
alone in this moment
Leave me alone I'm a thot
Woulda thought that I'da got it by now but it's
Difficult
Atypical
I'm special hoe
Still I got a big heart
closely followed
By delusions of grandeur." (--Karen Horney)
I think about all the pube I got
While reading the Rubaiyat
And make babies in bunny slippers
a couple more
And you all could meet me in
The middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin' right
So you pass to the left
Then you sail
a couple more
And you all could meet me in
The middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin' right
So you pass to the left
Then you sail
something that last
Type of times, kickback
Pass the grass, keep some in my glass
Stay on the bright side on my mind
Inclined to be well-timed
Yeah, cause we
And it go a little something like this
Hit it
Been tryna claim things I haven't earned, honest, man
Stz and Spenny Almost is on this jam
What kid?
Thinking of You
By Lawrence Beamen
[Intro]
Hey baby, let's get it on.
Oh, the way you groove me, let's get it on.
[Chorus]
I'm thinking of you
lets we go in a race
You don't want hit it? shit ima face
Your shit mid and it's laced
I wish dat I could ball like Tracy
One, Two, Three, Four lets go
up in Bengaltin
If his money is right than maybe he can diss her
But he can't, and niggas is breaking his little sister
His pops just past
His mom
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