Lyrics:
or handle the pity
All I see is lots of titties
I know bunch of hippie chicks
That's ready to show me tricks
They doing the splits
I'm all up in the mix
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
when they sleepin'
I be concealed up in my room, knowin' that it could happen
I'm just tryin' to maintin', because the future is untold
Till
give a fuck till the day I die
Wanna feel alive feel alive don’t give a fuck till the day I die
Catch me out in Malibu eatin fish and chips
Sun
a bank
Need a house by the lake
With some money in the safe
Gotta run it up
They say that things change when the money come
When you get paid you gon' run
of a broken king run down by the deals
Neck the toxins until the darkness come real
Come and listen now to this
Sing the sorrows unreal of a broken king run
go till the sunrise, rise, rise, rise
When the sun goes down, we'll lose track of time
And when the sun comes up, we'll be thinkin' 'bout the night,
go
Till the sunrise, rise, rise, rise
When the sun goes down
We'll lose track of time
And when the sun comes up, we'll be
Thinkin' 'bout the night,
to stand
Where the sun burst through the cloud
To fall like a circle
Like a circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it don't come
I slow my roll down to a pimp strut
And started putting all this game on records
For my come up from sun up to sun down
I'm trying to get my money
of breakin' off back (oh my damn)
I know that p**** flowin' so ima need life Jack (I ain’t pullin out)
Anaconda goin' dumb lookin at those buns
I, sir mix a lot
made, a lot
Yes sir
And you know what's going on
Sheesh
Jesus Gang in the building you know
Had to turn up for the one time
Yeah
Sheesh
Quoiny
Yeah
like I'm a Kind-Man
Till I pull up da sock on my sleeve
Opps out here hiding
Like dey sliding
Man yo cap was buy one get it free
Ain't gotta move I got
till I lose control
Till I lose control
Till I lose control
Till I lose control
Till I lose con
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
Who was I
Wanna cry
Wanna die
nothin' da same
360 clip, left the mark knowing I came
They ain't fucking with it
My bitches, light it up and don't stop
We gonna make it happen till
Say that he won't but I know that I will
Open the till (ay, ay, ay)
Come on
and the auditors come
Sounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep)
Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep
Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept
But I'm
smoke, need some ventilation
So I open up the window, It's half past midnight
See the moon it glows like jellyfish might
When the sun gon get low the sky
caught up in the mix and I can't do shit, but still
I can't ride with program, fearing no man
Hit the car door let the door slam it's a blessing that he
Mom
And
Dad
In and out
The house
Like a dog
Running
In
Da streets
On da
Block
Use to sit
On the
Green
Boxes
Hoopin
In da
Streets
From
Sun up
Till
Da
I'm evil a lot
Better get back or it's Da Da Da
Or we gone let the chop stick Cha Cha Cha
If step back, hit with the Bla Bla Bla
If you talk, If you
to let me know, sharp at six-thirty
A-one, a-two, a-six, a-ta'
Come on you lot, come on, lights out
out his front seat, his ass come back
Don't check his ass, baby, don't come back
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm
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