Lyrics:
to get by by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body Like hoola-hoops Mami told
The memory fades but the promise is forever
A twinkle in your eye...
Your body is a temple, your body is a rental
You stretch your arms and claw my face
desire!
You've just stepped to the wrong embrace,
my grip is cold with an iron mace.
I'll shackle your hands and your legs. I'll sit and dine as you beg!
off laughin' like Ricky Ricardo
Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds out on her marble
Floor, oh no I didn't
I kill the fish
ain't money then what is we talking about
We fucking now she got to call out
Cant ball on no budget I ball out
Money counter jamming can't count it by
What is your purpose now
Written there in chalk
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock
A turning gear and the weight descends
And The second hand
And we Be Dumping out the roof
Doodoodoodoo
My right hand got 3 Rings that hold Paper like Binders
My left hand, whoo, jumpoff, I can't help
you
I stretch out my hand to touch you
'Cause it drives me wild
To see you flutter by
You butterfly
I won't squeeze you dead
Aiming through your
They on the 'Gram? (Niggas hoes)
When they see us
Change shifts like workin' man (yeah)
Ayy, got it out the mud, bitch
I worked my hand (yeah)
I won't
Pull up
Pull up tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Play out your fantasy (baby)
Let out your stress on me (stress on me)
You know I got what you need
Ninja stars knocking you and your friends down
I just push the goddamn button
Jackie Chan i'm goddamn stunting
Ricky Tan brought the crew with me
Aint
Long before I die
I am yours and you are mine
You are my joy
You're my delight
You are my life
Darling take my hand
Take my hand we'll be alright
of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I
Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
Playin' underwear volleyball with your broad
I ain't bothered by you're triple D's, not at all
Let me hold 'em up for ya
This here is made by god
Not the hands of no surgeon
I just had to pull up and
Tell you all that in person
It's my fathers recipe
You can't get this out
ain't nothin'
Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two
When it come to murder, you know how we do
When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
Hallelujah, K dot'll do ya
Quicker than a porno star
Jump on my dick y'all
And get fucked by the millisecond
Duck when I pull the weapon
From out
ever had a couple bands
And had to look out for your mans
Then when you got in a jam
He ain't lend a helping hand
These niggas fold up like a fan
Is okay
stretch of ol' barbed wire, Drops of rain fallin' from the sky seem to know my pain,
Know that I'm about to, reach out to hold your hand in mine
Feel
Stick up, hands in the air
You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care
No chance to run, don't shout
Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out
Grand
.
As our worlds come tumbling by—
And I long to write pages
In your swift, perfect script, dear.
Or draw all the places
I’ve seen shining, deep in your
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat
You and me were goin' out
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