Lyrics:
Extend your clips, fit the muzzle with the beam
For the love of cream, it's nothin' but routine
Swing on the judge, take a couple for the team
He's
dey win by default
And without any doubt o
Omo me I be adult o
I no go fit take your
I no go fit take your insult o
Omo mind as you dey talk o
I
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
a shot"
Love in the United States
Empathy makes me a modern lay
American kids swing the American way
What do you learn from your lover?
Tommy works
Extend your clips, fit the muzzle with the beam
For the love of cream, it's nothin' but routine
Swing on the judge, take a couple for the team
He's
She said she wanted it from the back so I WAXED your girl
So why would you try to swing, on a nigga
with a itchy trigger finger better bring a bigger
out teeth.
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack.
(You got it!) To attack, and scoop girls like a set of jacks.
Rough rhymes that rag any rap
Ayo that's your girl over there eye'n me man I swear to god
I didn't even know she had a man lookin' like that dawg
When I walk in the room
Fresh
talking
You play with them boys, sending five to your
Teeth Going from rags to riches, fuck on the baddest
Bitches If I wanna patek, no I'ma have it
Just
have time Making all this heat I can't wait till we sign, Crazy how you getting rich by making these rhymes
King of the jungle might swing on some vines
Freddy
So bring your sleepin bags, bring your pillows and teddies
Baby yo, I got some shit that just won't quit
And I'ma just rock rhymes until the sky
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
rags and porcelain shawls consumed the carnage on my western front.
Big Boys Must Cry, all big boys must cry, Big boys must cry, tell your father tell
They wanna come, can K-I- double- C-I-T
They be lovin' how Chachellino pop p's
So I get the flip and call my player partner, G
Tell him, swing by, hit
Go swing down sweet rag top and let me ride
On a skank, baby don't wait let's glide and slide right
[Pimp C]
Never let broke gold diggers ride
trust
You know ain't no coming back to me
I want riches I came from the rags (rags)
That's your shorty she callin' me Dad
(Callin' me Dad)
Just like Randy
up to the plate it’s my turn to swing the bat (yeah)
All I do is make some contact matter fact (yeah)
They will not outshine me I can promise that
no home trainin'?
Put your fuckin' pants up, nigga! Put that suit back on!
Take that du-rag off! Take that gold out your mouth!
Quit the pitiful
Hit 'em again
Know I got a cow song
Then I got a plant song
'Fore I swing my swan song
I'ma swing a hacksaw wherever the hacks are
Boy Sand
just wants to do-si-do
I can't stop this jig and jag
I wanna swing my little honey
To the swamp-meat rag
Community property, it's all in the family
assassins creed
Dont crack and Molly swing
Can not relate to this godly being
Your verse is trash nigga
But I gotta say your beats is kinda clean
Im from
Boy_finna swing no batter’ had’da’
Door_when he swing it back rather’ matta’
Dor’ side steppin a whore.wit a rag’ ima forum’ wit’a mag’ and porn_wit a bag’ in
them, it's a simple equation
You're an opp boy, your a paigon
A ti lo a ti de, more time when we slide round there
It's a quick ting, no calculation
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