Lyrics:
down like a bad resource
I Stay Shinning Ricky Rick with the verse
You've gotta have power
Mentally I feel like I've been out of character
My eyes won't
am worthy.”
Now bring your arms down to the ground, palms facing up (ready to embrace) and let your legs stretch out nice and long, your body stretched
everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn and
Went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap
it when you ride it
In and out I go
I'mma stroke it slow, don't tell me no, whoa
Girl can you imagine getting on top of me
Having da time of your life
Keep it real, cause you will never find out if you don't ask em, Is we tagging?
[Chorus]
[Murphy Lee]
If your ass is fat and you know it, clap
a tank
Baby it's no wonder why
Your lips are sagging down
But you're the biggest wind bag we got in town
Stretch it out and make me wait
You foolish lout
ain't tryin' to run game
But I play to win
Is it you, is it you
Let me see your hands
We got it hot
Right out of the pan baby
I can make you scream
play to win
Is it you, is it you
Let me see your hands
We got it hot
Right out of the pan baby
I can make you scream like my number 1 fan
Now, tell me
Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for
Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for
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
a son
And he got to eat, by any means
I got two fiends, fuck a hoop dream
Make it to the NBA that's a pipe dream
They end up smoking rock out of pipe
of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
Stretch out my life and pick the seams out
Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes
Watch me
of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
Stretch out my life and pick the seams out
Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes
Watch me
livin me coochie like, catch (catch)
Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey
Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support
Throw up
you ride for me?
Come on baby, won't you ride for me?
Do the time for me
Just cock back the 9 and see
How many niggas put a gun in your hand
Tell you
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
to gel it
So y'all gon' have to let me pop my shit
I threw a Panama Lewis mix on the fit
and tried to stretch it a bit
I bounce out and keep the motor
sokoto mi ni girl
Se o fe wonu sokoto mi ni abi
Oya put one hand let me feel alright
One hand let me feel alright
Oya put one hand let me feel alright
One
??
[BLUE RAG]
Fuck it, it's time to catch your hands up
Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob mouth with one shot
Blowin' them brains out and watch
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
at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
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 we're goin' out
To catch
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 we're goin' out
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