Lyrics:
wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I
by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front
Pages
And when it all goes down
When it all comes true
They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues
Uh
Would you allow me to introduce that all fly dude
the palm of your hand
Like a real black man would kiss you!
You come along and flush it
The Bible says homosexuality is worse than murder!
Down
My
come to be
Yeah, All In Good Time
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
googley-eyed and silly
The glitter chill got ya mind seeing milli-mills
I'm seven-figure, the bigger, your thoughts are literal
See I don't blame ya,
peas off
our delicate patch. surfacing is
different than facing by surfeiting
and forfeiting the terrible history
of face become surfacing, which
and blurted out
That the aliens the pedephiles were all concealed by the Clinton files
And everybody's talkin'
From the table head sat Grandpa Fred
His face
peace
Then be an advocate go tell your homies especially
To come back home
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
This is a world
tell em
It’s been times we couldn’t see eye to eye mama
But through it all you was always by my side mama
Stood with me when I couldn’t stand by myself
thorough
For years to come, our shit will bump through your borough
And stay, while pay, the stack like couch
If you don't know by now, you never figure
are you Rich are you mashing
did you switch and start cashing
are your friends bitching saying that you sold for some rice and peas
but for a slice
banging back
Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn't blessed with ambition so
Real
Don't Care Bout How You Feel
Yo mama found them deals
Black Friday Copped Them Steals
Santa Ain't Real
Don't Care bout How You Feel
Go Up
and the Holy Spirit
Amen
Introducing myself as a child of God
Wanna tell you the truth that you can't deny
A man was created by the image of God
Yeah, Jesus
rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh,
Yo mama a black ass bitch
So quit playing sir
UGH!
Roy Roy MaMa On dat Shit!
But We tryna figure out who her Baby daddy is
Well Eye had a baby
Billy Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchi Bridge
And papa said to mumma as she passed around the black eye peas
Well Billy Joe never had a lick
came out my mama womb it's time to gamble
'Cause your life on the line when you're young, Black or Spanish, word up
When freedom comes, better lock
Gather round me people, got a song to sing
About that sweet magnolia thyme
The black eyed Susan made some catfish stew
And papa brought some
can tell by ya eyes
You're counterfeit
We in tha land of tha have and the have nots
Blood drops and secret spots
The Mexican pipe line
Pine trees
the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I'm
and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm
street shit
Contribution to the wrong path
Institutions & blood baths
Baby-mamas & kids sad
New black! New Black
Tell the ballers come buy the hood
Now we
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