Lyrics:
a warrant, felo-nies
Now they got me downtown, spread my anus
Buttock, I'm like, "What the fuck is it now?"
He said, "You robbed a liquor store, we know
I fucked around, got a bih pregnant
My lawyer (?)
Niggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a warrant, somethin' shaking
Seem like I'm all out
small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin'
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
as fuck/
Classy baby you can get wild like a juvenile but can you back it up/
I heard you're in need of a real one, just look my way baby here's one/
I treat
the aid of the ropes
He stood there with his brains mashed like spuds
Out of his mouth ran a flood of blood
He willed his last swing from the strength
Now you niggas know the goal
Take the hit and move slow
No service overlooking water (What?)
I feel like Jacques Cousteau
I'm the original, the sound
you're weak if you're searching for help
So just shut up and smile like the bitch that you are
All juveniles concealing ARs
Went some more miles but don't
critics write that up in your articles
I treat this rap shit like a carnival I chop my competition up into particles
It ain’t hard to pull my weight do what
never learn so homie just wait your turn
You fuckin' just with the villain, you'll get what you all deserve
My pen is like the revolver, ammo is all
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
Now it’s heading for 7 more
That’s an “M”
Been, in your head like placebos
You pussy bros!
“What up GAWNE”
PUSSY BROS!
“Unh”
She posts on the gram
Once buried in dark soil
Hiding from the light
You dug your way back to the surface
To find you were ready to shine bright
Refined by fire
Remolded by
it’s a Om Gawd!
Like When she coming out here bra
Throw money, for An applaud!
This that raw.
This your boy
This a freak show!
Booty Poppin.
Free
the sauce like, "What's the recipe?"
Deep down inside I'm feelin' lost, I got a pay 'em for the church, yeah
I'm bonding out my nigga off for the way he
She said, "What more do I got",
That bitch be naggin' a lot,
And what she failed to realize, is it's your own house,
And you don't have to tell a nigga
sick, sick
Like we're sociologically sick
In my professional opinion, what we got here is a run-of-the-mill juvenile delinquent
And juvenile
If I'ma spend, shawty bring your friends
I'ma pay, I'ma jugg, get 'em in
I'ma rap to you like Juvenile when that bag come
You want a rich nigga
Oh no
Say nananana
One time (ye)
Talk about
Baby what the deal (uh huh)
Tell me how your body really feel (uh huh)
Cos I ain't got the words
like a computer social program
Go tell di world, she want a lovin' man
Your body can't lie to me
'cause I know just what you're needing
Your body
like a computer social program
Go tell di world, she want a lovin' man
Your body can't lie to me
'cause I know just what you're needing
Your body
the pride
That I keep inside
All while you're by my side
Like a wave, it wash away the tide
Life's a journey, just strap in for the ride
Im in my brain
My
justice
Don't want your law and order
Justice, justice
Or world wide disorder
What you in for? Wouldn't you like to know?
Behind the fence, there is no
Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled, a mic in the palms
Like claws, I can swing right for your jaw and rip it off with one swipe
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