Lyrics:
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
girl is hard to find
But you don't know me, can't stop trying
So I pray every day and every night
Shall we send that girl by my side
Do everything for
creeping, stop lying to yourself fam
You might as well have bought shisha
Too real, nobody realer
Too deep, nobody deeper
Flow like Gus, call me the street
Tell me, please, what little girls are made of
Sugar and spice and all things nice
But we can bleed for a whole week straight
Every month,
Look at how our aura and our balance intertwine
I feel like curora Borealis with the light
I just wanna shine girl, I just wanna shine
I just wanna
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I
I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I
Ay, for the Gambino, nigga
5200 shit
Heard you new to the city, I'm your tour guide
Stop here, let me get a cream soda and a three-five
Pure pack,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll,
to drop, stop
You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
the front for I
With a DVD player playing porno nonstop
I'm so fuckin' high
I don't want to drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my x-girl's 4x4
Can
gorgeous
I got art ho's on my line, I got skater girls just
Blue faces by the ceiling, everyday it's raining racks
Wake up in the morning, everyday I'm
files
On several DVDs
Almost feeling
Like I should toss them away too
Make a clean break
From the inferior copies
Along with the originals
Stop adding
(Weekend)
I'm never drivein' slo, mo
If anythin' I just be speedin' (Speedin')
Most of these girls chocolates
That's why they go by her-she (Hershey)
How you
like this, and you don't stop
A twink-twinkle, a rock the house
And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house
Can't forget my man Sal, rock the house,
don't last forever
You'll see it's sunny when the rain stops
Oh and by the way nigga fuck cops (Yea)
We locked in like some fuckin dreadlocks
Can ya dig
like dat huh dats what they like
Candy paint, sippin syrup, 26's on the curb
Whole click flippin birds (girl)
And u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u
to the death in me
Baking soul and ice was the recipe
Big boy in the big toy plane watch connecting with the connect
Soon as the fame stop
Some said that I
on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,
That sun stops shining
Because your light outshines it
Yo, Yovanna
Do you, do you
Wanna stop shaking
Because you
Dominican girls
Make the earth start
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