Lyrics:
Whitney out my duffel bag
Lil J5, He be spazzin' out his mind, he tryna' double back
Who it is?
What the fuck you want?
Nigga say he want exotic? It's
to move!
Thus, the term, "move bitch, get out the way"
You need to open YOUR eyes so you can get the bitches out of your way!
So fucked up, the whole
And smell like Dior Fahrenheit and Phillie paper
Know the vibe now, from how I was catching it then
Like when it dies down, you go out and stretch 'em again
will stretch out his hand no more.
But in the south there's many a waving tree;
Oh would that musky fingers move your pain;
In the warm south winds
the fucking man hoe
I let y'all slide by for way too long
You call yourself Feminem but put out the same songs
Creativity is lacking, you're better off acting
to shore I know You'll be quick to save
So help me to just to trust in You
Knowing that you will lead me to
The very end
For it's by Your hand that I know
beg me just to sing again
I can tell you really like me
By the way you let me in
Fuck it bring your friend
Even if she a lesbian
Aye
She don't really
to the mountain tops
Always on my own wave never copied opps
You busters coping out
Watch your mouth
Be on the chopping block
Like a chicken flock
Huh
Be in
that everything just gets lost in there
And if it never comes out,? that?s ok by me..
And on other side, ???..at the top there may light at the end
the ops block when we want
Ap hit him he thought he got hit by a pump
100 shots out the chopper i'm dropping a ton
I got like 33 shots in my gun
Put
Jackson or your OJ
When the glove is on
So open wide like I’m exiting the birth canal
Got up slapped my mama and the doctor
When I first came out
blow up your cave, Obama
Y and walk it I don’t just walk it, bitch, I talk it
If you still hating on me
I’ll pull out my dick and you can suck it
If you
you inside your house
Hear my dawgs yelling out
Catch me outside
Let's vaai, let's vaai
Fetch me by your ntsieza
We almost done
Yeah probably
on
Driveways and curbs
You take off your raincoat and
Stretch out your arms
We both laugh out loud and surrender to it
The sheer force of sky and
The cold magnet
and I ain't seen shit
that's the way it is, you try to lock me up
Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz
Cause I don't know nobody, and I
says)
And you will never be out
Simple simon says
Put your hands on your head
Let your back bone stretch
Simon says
Simple simon says
Put your hands
down
I put my hands over my mouth
When I need to shout
You pin me down
I learn to hate myself instead of letting it out
Pin me down
I put my hands
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
the slightest clue
Of what the world will do to you
Chew you up
And leave you out of thoughts
Shifting the plates pasted beneath your feet
All the while
As we're
work I'll make it out this 9-5 on the rise
Feeling my heart beating man I know I'm alive
Yeah we in the building, our hands are to the ceiling
We
And fuckin' pull the trigger
I'll pull the spine out your back
I'm like a predator
Might even up your ass and me shredder, nigga
I'ma say it like this, I'm
Rest in the passengers seat with my face in the breeze
I feel at ease or at least some sort of peace
With my hand out the window
And you play your disco
out your hand, pick me up
Nourish me from the lovin' cup
'Till my cup runneth over
With your sweet-er understanding love
Undemanding love
told you I could not
Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness
But if it bends your spoon
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