Lyrics:
flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
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Got the rap game by its fuckin ankles and legs
Yellin please stop, while Im bustin aimed at its face
Who you know
Who can do it like this, they
songs
She's a bad girl, I'mma give it to her right
I'm gonna make her my girl
Oowee, this girl's so bad, I'm tellin others chicks to kiss my ass
Who's
on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who
point out my enemies, someone who's into me
But not a hyper chick someone with the proper energy
A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
Guess whos back
back again
Frasier's back, tell a friend
Frasiers back (x8)
Wow wow wow
To beat that dead horse
and no one can force me
to watch
stack like me
Name a chick who can rap like me
I don't see not one
I'm in my own league
That mumble rap been obsolete
I don't like hop on get out my jeep
bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
Who's your favorite
She a Love chasing lunatic
Crazier than that luna chick
But baby girl I'm in love with the guns
More important I'm in love with the funds
but she's
a bad rcmance fix hair, gives
Caught in a bad rcmance
Boujour mes amis! okay lets be Fashion!
Walk, walk, fashion, baby, Work it
Move that chicks crazy
apart the scene, a lot of moist weed that was sticky and green
See in the 80's it was wine-coolers and woolis
The facts of life cracked David Dinkins
a Eastside fable
You want me to spit bitch make it payable
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two
That's just comin from a chick who done
a chip on my shoulder
But it's only getting bigger every day that I've got older
Who be bolder on a track? Who going to say just what they feel?
Who going
From the pimp to the ghetto to that im Batman
Rabbit in the hat the trick is to lame
Want more currency who wanting my chain?
Hocus Pocus im soo focus
Who you know could give it to you until you fall out
When you wake up - go by the mall out
Hop on the plane sperm or nothing never thawed out
Have
Who you know could give it to you until you fall out
When you wake up - go by the mall out
Hop on the plane sperm or nothing never thawed out
Have
prepared or she'll shut your ass down
Yeah, if you the type of chick that got stadium status, say yeah
Yeah, hell yeah
Fellas who want them chicks with
yea you know what’s up
With a bad chick behind me givin shoulders rubs
They used to be like who is that?
Now they know what’s up
Yeah they know it’s us
Who this is? Who this?
Who this is? Who this?
Who this is?
Take off
Caught me slippin’, say that I’m trippin’
She started hittin’ these bitches
I
stash, I just laugh at your face
Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If
Pondering life cause I got life
Thinking bout all these people that I'm not like
Spitting game to this chick cause she hot right
As life passes me by
Born the branch of David Come
To Take his earthly throne
Palms are laid as the Colt walks by Behold your King is come
Hosanna David's son
The King
J5
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time, there's nowhere that I'd rather be
Diamond:
I'm about to stomp this motherfucker for ever mentioning my name
So by the end of this sixteen you know exactly where I came.
I'm the chick
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