Lyrics:
round
One step new ways
To your hearts proving ground
Glass
Ceiling
Break it
Get cha hammer out
Smash it change it
Glass
Ceiling
Break it
Get cha hammer
Clickin' on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room boom
Blowin' motherfuckers to the moon
Niggas need to feel me a real G,
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
adore you, and it's the summer so
Can you meet me by the lake
At the park, or in your room?
Can you meet me by the lake
At the park, or in your
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger
How when your lyrics were written by a stranger
Fool I'm the greatest, you just the latest
I'm
either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your
ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did
But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I
I'm on my knees
Screaming, "Big girl, you are beautiful"
You take your girl
And multiply her by four
Now a whole lot of woman
Needs a whole lot
And you gave me that glance
And the sweet romance
Like a big red glass
And the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's amoré amoré
Baby I want some
right now
Baby, I'd have you tapping out
From Bedroom, to the resting table
To living room on a couch
Throw your hands up in the air
Wave like you just
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
to shake the room
Don't worry bout me, everything's blessed
Making the ex depressed
Apply finesse, turn you to cigarette
I wouldn't say I'm the next big
Well ah, good evening my Nubian brothers and sisters ah
Tonight we got a really big show ah really big show ah
Conducting his Concerto in X Minor
to
Pourin out your glass of red
cnd carrying you up to bed
But now my heart is the wreck i'm sortin through
Still pickin up after you
Not used to leaning
the beat
I open the window I can't take the heat
When I look into the room
I still see your figure in the light of the moon
You're lurking in the dark
put your bitch on a leash
Forgive all of my enemies
Yeah i get it by any means
No i won't fold
I ain't copping no pleas
Put my dick out now she on her
flippin', they think they rippin'-rappin'
The only rappin' they doin' is in they room before they packin'
You gained the world sucker, but you lost your
really work my (Boing boing)
Girl ama wreck your (Boing boing)
I might just let ya (Boing boing)
I'm a booty master
Idi miko nimawo
Call me gangster
Omoge
went to bed
Tinkling glass and candlelight, your look of tenderness
I was full of cozy hope, sweet taste of success
It was a big nuthin', ooh, big
I'm still waiting for the answer to come off your mouth
By resending the text so you don't forget it again
Things have changed from sweet to bitter
repeat it I just flip again (Ok yeah)
Once you got your bands you can't go back again (Ok)
I be on the move I can't go once it broke again (Damn)
She be
head
My servant came running in, "Shanté rise"
"Yes, what is it?" I said, rubbing my eyes
"Listen up, there's a gang coming to town
They want your
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