Lyrics:
you should just call her
Bitch made you is not a baller
5'10 don't you wish you were taller
Keep actin fake and you'll be all alone
This n word
the rest
Stummy straight achin' so I get up in the kitchen
Start cuttin' veggies yeah I start fuckin' whippin'
Saving fuckin' dough grate cheese by the block
Drunk in the Valley
By: Shotty Mills
Intro:
In the valley everyone gets drunk in the valley/
Yellin’ out from the urinal stall, someone help me/
And wish it was Detroit
I'll break into your Lambo
Shit into your Royce call me daddy of ten
I'm breaking all your toys
I'm boys with Copper Cab yeah, I'm
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
10 years I’ve been sober
10 years since most of my so called friends have asked me over
10 years packed with things to toast to
But no one to toast
a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd
no one else could reveal
Her new man said to meet him at eight
She came in dressed to the nines
But by ten it was clear he was more than late
never lose
Heard he keep it 10 toes down walking in his shoes
Furnace flow, type of lyrics that can blow a fuckin fuse
Supernova, Rambo get into his ACE
wrong
And if we lived until 3005 and earth was swallowed by a supernova
And the world is over
I hope we get the chance to start again, cuz I would fall in
Malcolm X flow
By any means necessary
Undertaker style
Whos the next to bury
Lame mc's rip in the cemetary
Audio coke
Moving snow like vinatieri
Laid back
insane, I'd jump a train
I'd take a plane, I'd land in spain
I'd take a cab up to her path
What was
[Chorus]
Whatever it takes
Said whatever it
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
ugly!
Eh! Hey! You ugly [X1]
[D&C] U.G.L.Y
[C] You could make an onion cry
[D&C] U.G.L.Y
[D] Like an alien chased by the F.B.I.
U.G.L.Y [X7]
U ain't
screamin like your head short a few vials
No more slabs and dollar cabs
Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast
Extra dark
don't invite in,
But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate,
in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got jail
They
kropla wody pójdźmy tam razem
Pola bitew są brunatne bo wsiąka w nie krew przegranych
Wątrobiane plamy kurze łapki pod oczami
Kiedy ten czas nadejdzie
know what it is but you're so damn fine
We interstellar, so glad I met you
Know they all mad that we together
I'll hold you down, ten toes, through
Willie was my cab
I was hated in the hood Yo by all the mothers
I used to, deliver food Yo my six brothers
Robbing Chinese food man, me and my crew
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Lebo vedia že bez toho by po nich neštekol ten pes
Ja ťa navigujem v noci svietim ti na cestu ako supernova
Nie som žiadna superstar, som chalan z
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