Lyrics:
I'm a world wide woman, W-W-W
You can log on anywhere, your girl can take you there
World wide woman, W-W-W
You know I'm the type of girl
I'm
shit and place it gently on your clit
Ping-pong pussy, wide world the womb
Titties sagging, stomach on some shriveled up prune shit
Too much air in
off world wide"
"X-men 'bout to blast off world wide"
"And you do it like this"
"'Bout to blast off world wide"
It's goin' down, put it out for
paper planes through the projects
Now the whole project's on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y'all televised shows
Super
The internet, also known as the World Wide Web, is a global network of interconnected computers and servers that allows users to share and access
syrup, my sound is game thick (uh-huh)
Now this goes out to all area cliques (what?)
From manicured lawns to projects bricks (to projects bricks)
syrup, my sound is game thick (uh-huh)
Now this goes out to all area cliques (what?)
From manicured lawns to projects bricks (to projects bricks)
one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
'cause I'm the Dead Body
through the portal and muthafucka fall
Here's a quarter to call your dogs
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Nigga, Menensky mobbin' world-muthafuckin'-wide on these
Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide.
Straight from Leimert Park, California, los Angeles.
Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life
of you and me, when you hear cryptocurrency, tell me
What do you see?
I see the opportunity, to watch the world shift right in front of me while pulling
and locest of the locest
The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together
So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs
shootings on a horse
World wide supremacy all y'all remember me
Hung over from Hennessy
With a menace intendency
Police be clockin' me
So I be dippin',
Back in the projects
Back in the projects
I lost it all
Now I'm back in the projects
Big shots, hardcore drugs
Everything crooked, what you
nigga Bo locked in the pen
Done sold caine and even raised his kids
My folks in the holodome even know
I'm know where in the world bin Ladin is
Slow
he dropped
On the hip-hop world
If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song
You'd drive across town in
The pouring rain, right? That's how we've
Ended up
To erase human's defects,
To save the idealized vision,
The progeny of starvation project,
The elite salvation.
Vampirized all living energy,
This goes out to ghettoes world wide
Keep your wings up Razah rubies
Todd Wilson Rest In Peace
Yo Ra hold keep your head
Keep your wings up
This for
Y'all know my pedigree, hoes blow the Gods voluntarily
We're world wide, my heart pumps where the ghettos be
Young sharks be telling me, y'all niggas
traps, zones and projects
Corner boy greeting crack in the apartment complex
World wide outside of the Bay they give me my stacks
Do business with head
clawin'
Project bullies almost turned me cold hearted
Cold hearted
Hey
On my Mama
On my Papa
If Pac was still alive he'd give me credit
I was young enough
'bout to blast of world wide"
Yo it's request only scratches
"X-men 'bout to blast of world wide"
It's built from scratch
Album in stores soon
"'Bout
picking up game, sipping cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, staying strapped
Fantasies of a nigga
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin strapped
Fantasies
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