Lyrics:
ain't no hoe
Bitch thats what I said
Heart green but I represent red
Bae emotions they be callin me ted
I go by top nigga cough and you not
Im shooting
that, make him kick back
Probably mad, cause he not gettin' his bitch back
All he talkin' money, bitch, I never chit-chat
Like, bitch, come and get your
dropped in your own house
You call that abuse domestic
They call me William on the song
Because my rhymes poetic
If I tried in the 1v1s
I'd drop your ass
I just want the millions, it’s my time to kill shit
If you want my time, I gotta bill it (Bill it)
Big bills like Williams, all my diamonds brilliant
was finna stay young, Pharrell Williams
Talkin' on some high ass shit, inhaling helium
Never gave a fuck about nobody else opinion
But damn you had
WHO AM I
A romance novel
An R & B love song
A soul food dinner
I'm talkin'
Black-eyed peas
Candied yams and cornbread
Men
Always claim me as wifey
talkin
Just don't put my name in yo songs
I don't do internet beef
I pull up in front yo home
And we get it on
I hear a lot of niggas talkin
Keep it
This Can't be a Craig Vill Song
Long as we getting money, it don't matter what they think
Gotta stick right by my side every time I ride to the bank
say he gangsta but he not one
If he play wit my people it's red rum
When I get the pack's I say god send
Drippin' holy water like a faucet
Been a real
Bring Your Self To Me
Words by Katie Freeman, Chris Chappell, Rebecca Williams
Music by Katie Freeman & Chris Chappell
©2012
[Celph Titled]
Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin clips and diseases
I walk on water with my own two feet nigga, FUCK JESUS!
Celph Titled's
as the porch light's on?
Yeah, I wanna know how you love someone
Would you learn to like Hank Williams and red wine?
Do you start talkin' and lose all track
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
the coroner
They know me by reputation from all the bodies pouring in
Meanwhile, me and Chuck are working on a Bowflex
Redman rolling up blunts talkin, who's
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
the first time I saw krs live, rockin' it
I heard resurrection by common sense
Dominant in my psyche
I chose my direction like spike lee
To speak my life
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face
Wha, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was
and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning
Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by
Hunting) down 'til
That steel is felt
Rest in peace Robin Williams
Another bitch I doubt, fire
(Doubtfire) kill yaself
I can give a fuck what happened
I
imagination
Can't get by with lyrical constipation
I really want to evolve and grow
But I'm like a flower with nowhere to go
And I'm trying to stay unique
Bottom text
Your bitch do want sex
Bust all in her mouth and she asking me what's next
Big checks
I won't love an ex
This prod by Huntaps so you know
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