Lyrics:
again for the third time
Figured you realize at some point that the girl lyin'
Either you blind or you don't mind
Either way I'd never hustle with yo
eighteen shots, seven shots
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah
Yeah, (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
Fucker (what)
(Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three
If I had a square jaw
A chiseled mandible
I'd have them ladies locked up with the crazies
Cause who could handle?
If I had a square jaw I'd be
and holy war
Hot tea and holy war
Hot tea and holy war
Holy war
Holy war
I shoulda known when I got to this point
You'd be the only one
To see the golden in
to handle the nerves, and gas to fuel the urge, aye!
I been had family across the fence
Crossed me once, I take offence (I'm)
Not the type to make amends (I)
Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking
Itching to see how I handle it
When snakes start rattling, calm
I can show you about harm
Put blades in
Capricorn, is it?
Wise Man 3: No, no, that's just him.
Mandy: Oh, I was going to say, otherwise there'd be a lot of
them.
(The Wise Men are
on va pas s'rendre
On est toujours sur l'point d'vente
Elle veut l'oseille que je fais dans le square
(Elle veut l'oseille que je fais dans le square
time
Imma lose it fair and square
You sit with all your friends
You go and rub it in my
You telling all your friends
I couldn't handle it why
You sit
they be on other shit
We don't got time for squares in our circle
Now I don’t like games and I ain’t into playing, anybody play with me and i'ma burn em'
This is the remix
League of Starz
Trend on the beat
Ayy, ayy, bitch, try this
Guaranteed to turn a square to a bi bitch
You ain't down,
you want to step and get done, cause I'm that nigga
Well it's me that nigga D (Who?)
That fat square twister, the one who fucked your sister
I made
cause D's Never Accurate
With Dumb Niggas Around like
You should spit that
Shit back remember Cortez did that shit?
That was just a target so I take
could be
'Cause you think you can handle yourself without me exposing you?
It's even more possible
I was at that stage as well
What I'm sure
Is that
you's on what I was on maybe then you'd stop hating
that's not the point, you can keep on hating, the point is that you could be amazing
We been up in
at me like ET
I'm wavy like palmers
I ain't talking keke
She got a man
But he square like a TV
She know I'm on point
Like the top of a teepee
She get that
can be richer than Master P sellin Ghetto D
Ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin
wondering the thunder and the trouble
Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once fucking D M and two times
Popping like two
It started as just a summer fling
We both know that
There wasn't time or care to cling
But we'd still fall flat
It never really was that serious
Ayy, ayy, what that shit mean when I be seein' like POV on everything, like?
Aw, yeah, like, okay (Gangsta Grizzill)
From my point of view
Bitches
can be richer than Master P sellin Ghetto D
Ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin
What up
It's ya boy D.A.
Triple threat
But right now
I wanna tell you about this crazy broad I know named Debbie
Always getting me in trouble
Almost
Niggas watch me like TV
Don't know if they really wanna see me
Me and the bros be too deep
We'll pop up like 3D
All my dreams PPV
I'm the man
cause I smoke a Slobs handle
Kidnap a be -Dog then shoot him to the Franklin Squares
And let the homies take it for me
Nigga you like red so much
Now
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