Lyrics:
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
wit a passion
And if we get a check hide the money or pay the taxes
'Cause trouble with the (Fed) it ain't something you want to practice
Next to drugs
wit a passion
And if we get a check hide the money or pay the taxes
'Cause trouble with the (Fed) it ain't something you want to practice
Next to drugs
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
for tonight but in the mornin'
I get Shirley Murrdock, I hope your door slam lock, I'm gone
If she got with you when she already had a man
Why
to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by
I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin' like hot flames
It's how
I sell a brick in a day, I’m in a nice mood
Later on at night, I got your wife nude
And I’m putting pipe through her tubes
Man I live this shit
It
and disgusted
Can't even kick a rhyme
About yourself properly listen man
I'll show you why you ain't topping me
Epitome of levelheadedness
Whose concern is how
James Brown’s cape
James Brown’s cape
James Brown’s cape
I got your back like James Brown’s cape yeah
James Brown
James Brown’s cape
I got your back
grade A gives hallucinations
All my poop you can buy it online
Deliver to your house like Amazon Prime
Sipping pee-pee smoking grade A gas
Got this pack
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Waiting, praying, staying, up too late I'm
Getting in my feelings, we got something
Different can you feel it, I just want your
Lips and kisses,
shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
My killas got shooters on shooters
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Knock em down hundred
Your homies got to ride
You're fightin' for your life
They want both of us dead
You ain't heard a word I said
You're fightin' for your life
Your homies
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
Of The Black Man's Penis
(Can't Hide It's In Your Face
America it's In Your Face)
The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick
(Father Of The Place
All The Ladies Love
done cried so many tears
Four hundred years
Reparations will amend
I done finessed all of your systems
And then pioneered
All of the shit that you got
replied:You already know
I'm just thinking back right now like how come
Told me there's still a lot of time but girl time waits for no man
You got me thinking
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