Lyrics:
the only ones that can't be worn
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in
The Bridge
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
do that dance, the B-A-R-T
Just step to the right or left
Do the Bart 'till you're out of breath
It's brand new, the dance to do
The move for
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
can clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain.
I get up, I get down,
I get up, I get
with you for just a little while
I want my baby back, like that song by the O'Jays
If you're wondering who makes me feel this way
Who can make the month
Chorus
Yo u better watch hu u beef wit
u might b walkin down the street 'n'
suddenly u hear tyres screachin'
niggers ell be hoppin out wi heat 'n'
the fam, but I had to book another show
That’s the way it stands for you to watch the brother grow
Y’all think I’m blessed up
I’m just feeling pressure
ball beautific Betties get blown
Bar Mitzvah for the blacklist
Iced ceramic wrap her wrist
Watch the fur blitz around her curveness
Blue bottle bubbles
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
me
Niggas always say they Got love for Karter Lee
I tell them niggas man you ain't got no love for me
I look my lady dead in her eyes and
That's
sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
a Ghost comin out of it
Watch who u servin dawg
Im scoping out the counterfiets
Ridin for my brothers we gon be up on some wild shit
Forever my Brothers
(stress)
To my girls that's lookin' their best
Won't you go and show it off for us?
(Ladies, go on, throw your hands up)
And if he's all in your head
Cause ima pimp by nature and a dog by blood
I'm tryna get her out the club so I can beat up da guts
She on da floo shakin fast tryna show me her thong
But
your death by crossin' out your tag
Then they go and brag that they took another life
Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife?
Trife
For you to come back
Everything that Denzel spit's, nigga
Is all facts
I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun
the only ones that can't be worn
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in
The Bridge
eye
And she said: Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
slacking
Mad I had baddy so he put that back in
Now he’s looking like a champ while his boys be lagging (sheesh)
I’m my own God brother pray to me
For
a new crack on a new stove
I'm in the two-door, true that
Niggas tellin' me "You back" (you back)
Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh?
and peein out on the chalk
Your nigga had to learn the hard way that family fight
Might bet against 'cause to see my brother get right
I go hard till the end
Right or they wrong
I'ma ride for my brothers
Ain't have the same daddy
But had different mothers
Was stuck in the storm
We was up in that gutter
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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