Lyrics:
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's
through excuse me gotta get by
Sorry no I can't slow down for nobody gotta the island on my back
Drove around pass the pile up got the miles up on the max
Intro/Chorus: samples of Big Daddy Kane
"I'm different, so don't compare me to another" (3X)
"If they can't hang, word to the mother"
Verse One: Ed
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
him a little cash
I'll do him like his A&R does his music, throw his a** in the trash
I don't do well with s*** talkers, I carry a muzzle
Scrawny a**
skin bitch you with
She got no ass all of my niggas would pass
Not even lesbians are tryna smash
How you get hard for that trash
I got like kitchener
of Breeton, he’s a barren chap
Sharing catgirls on Twitter, man, he needs a harem stat
Bout to win an Oscar, how I’m Grouching at a trash talker
Punctuated by
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
Nammen uncommon
Doubt monkey polish
My twenty-three’s lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Book novelty
A tip lives prior to clippin'
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
up on the stage
I'm snatchin' mics like Kanye
Too swift to book me for the night
That's Andre three stacks, I do it big
Take no relax, I'm spittin'
3 in mornin no i never stay up borin
An im livin life while tourin
So much smokin got me soarin
While im writin metaphorin
Im the motha fuckin bomb
Fool me twice, it's strike three and that's how it's gonna be
Step on my shoes, I'll step on your face wearin' cleats
My Air Max 90's, you can't fuck
of silence
Conversation being held with nothing but eye squints
Threw a dagger at his brain to kick off the violence
Mighty strong toss, but missed him by five
Hey mom
It’s been a while
Since I got to see you smile
I be dreaming I’m a child
Still sleeping by your side
Night creeping
Eating KFC
Grubbing
an inch
Six in him and four in his bitch
Ya'll should just stop and
Just call it quit's
Only gonna end up in the morgue or the ditch
When I start rhyming,
WANT U
(Suav3)
Crazy I’ve been feeling really crazy lately
I’ve been drowning in my sorrows daily
Only you can dig me out just save me
Girl I
a fuck about how much you got
She don't care if it's a little or a lot, no matter what she bought
She was lied to so many times by guys in disguise,
VERSE 3 ]
Morning velours in gold, another bathrobe
I was the sweets of the street when I was 12 years old
I never searched for a wife, or worked a day in
fan, yes I am"
All these kids realize that I'm the man
Six foot three and maybe a quarter of an inch bigger
Than last year, but still a unique
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