Lyrics:
He told me Nike, just do it
Hands on my breast and my batty like he knew it
I tell him lay that pipe and he blew it
He tell me what he like,
He told me, "Nike, just do it"
Hands on my breast and my batty like he knew it
I tell him, "Lay the pipe" and he blew it
He tell me what he like,
style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman
I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast
You trans vest with small flows, you
barbershop quartet songbooks grunt old workers day
International town criers day
National beef tallow day. I couldn't have made that one up if you paid me
Russia, we Recognise your Contribution to international peace and security
United States of America, we recognise your contribution to international
Little kaids don't cry
To get depressed
Group X is better than a 40-foot breast
If you think you're better than us then match thais
Piss on it beish with
stop
Aficionado, so fashionable
Wit a confident swagger, international
Game so tight the girls had to go
And you don't stop!
[Verse - Beanie
Baby girl keep it natural
Got all these women so mad at you
Cause you don't have to do too much you a natural
No makeup hair out Ms. International
Temple Of Hip Hop, ribbons
International, UNESCO and also by
300 Hip-Hop activists
Pioneers and UN delegates
In the first place this document recognises
Ghetto-Queen
Bang' sie in London zum „Niggas in Paris“-Beat
International Baller wie Agassi
Stepp' auf den Court und ich such' eine Stephanie
International
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3. Viegas,
them pesos
International money
I hate a nigga with no cash
Pockets looking funny
See me I'm all about a check
I can smell the money
Walk in this bitch
as I boldly walked by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die!"
"My friends and relations
Gotchu, Metro aye, aye, aye, aye
Swimming in the money, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah hey, yeah
Swimming in the money, yeah
Breast stroking, they
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die"
"My friends and relations they live in the Nation
They
it's longer then a million
Sit down, sit down pan mi cocky
Me a ready fi touch your breast, breast
Mi touch y'a ass, ass
A she give me some bless,
respect
I don't front I don't flex
Tell your girlfriend wid cha I just wanna have sex
You so fine I'm impressed
Ghetto booty perky breast
Grinding
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggas but you
don't stop
Aficionado, so fashionable
Wit a confident swagger, international
Game so tight the girls had to go
And you don't stop!
[Beanie Sigel]
don't stop
Aficionado, so fashionable
Wit a confident swagger, international
Game so tight the girls had to go
And you don't stop!
[Beanie Sigel]
to the face
Move booky, saving the rupees
One time for the Sufis
Who bop strings like blue cheese?
I'm here for the group meet
Pass the tree gonna grow like
next show makes it international
Even when I go overseas them demons will notice me that's how it's supposed to be
I got a group of soldiers that roll
the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz
Movement.""
Brain had created characters he called Numinous: The Group of Seven.
They were the founders of the OC Movement which was to be a
poetry/prose
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