Lyrics:
her lick the lollipop
I sucked her pussy through her thongs
69 position
I didn't see nothing wrong
With a little bumping grind
I beat it up to R. Kelly
if I piss him off
R Kelly, all of these niggas, I get the pissin' on
I ain't stoppin' shit until the Lord say my lungs gone
85% of niggas bitches,
boredom seething
In a row of mausoleums, we are dead yet breathing
Presents from the top, gifts of lies and deceit
In a row of mausoleums force fed fear
belong to you
Fire from my heart, burning just for you
When you're far away, I'm in love with you
Feelings are so high, what can I do?
You belong to me, I
the bleeding
Now he can't get up
She doesn't know it was a set up
This happens more often than not
That's why I'm fed up
Who can you trust when money can kill
accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin' me
Sign all documents, usin forgery, 'cause just a mere thought of me
I'm, like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told
And ate by Mr haley litter Life is the gang
It's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called "Bitch
You Better Run" (Awoo)
When those Odd
minds appeased
By the realisation that a brother stands tall
When he's up on the pavement
I may never have it all
This what I've got and I'm grateful
catbeat home
Listening to fine nappy Jackie and his jazzcat's horn
Sliding in a tape of Bird on Verve when suddenly rang my phone
Hello Butterfly,
broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up
people thinkin' it's funny (ha ha).
I'm fed up.
Plus my homies sellin' crack doin' good.
Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood.
we gonna make it
R. Kelly with the piss, I ain't missin
Cookin in the kitchen, where the dishes?
Coz I'm about to feed the people wimme
They got me
quiet)
Especially when it's tired
My environment ain't nothing but niggas dying
In a chemical fed injection in Jasper, Texas
Split up these niggas off
talking)
Hold up Hold up Hold up
Man stop this shit man who playing this shit man?
Putting some of that dirty dirty on nigga!
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I'm fuckin told her go long
Went R. Kelly on her hogtied both arms
Solo sesh when I'm done fucking up the smoke alarm (bitch)
Where the money at I
That's two in a day I ain't talking bout Christmas
Shh got slapped got put in my rizlas
Feds turn up eight man in stitches
Shh is a snitch my kitch
I peacefully piece together pieces of a dream
That were shattered years ago
By the first woman to break my heart
Before I became a thug
Before
eh ya Omalicha nwa
Sweetheart Atinuke eh ya
I love you like I love money
Baby you’re my woman
Baby love me oh yea yea
Please hold me oh
When I see my
eh ya Omalicha nwa sweetheart Atinuke eh ya
I love you like I love money
Baby you’re my woman
Baby love me oh yea yea
Please hold me oh
When I see my
up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
And I'm gonna sit right here until I die
playing that hood game quiet
Especially when it's tired
My environment ain't nothing but niggas dying
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
Amphetamine fed on the homie In history
Brain got some chunks missing
I could tell by his actions
That his mind it be lacking
Looking like numb stuff
And I waved it in public
Yeah, all of these pieces are custom made
I do not sleep, I've been up for days
I been workin' like a nigga want a raise
Now
I'm up working, Feds is lurking
They wont know that, Im no verdict
I'm a burden, This a bargain
I'm gone' get this shit I promise
I'm gone' take this
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