Lyrics:
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
Uno!
Yah-yah-yah
Who? We?
Uno! Dos! Tres! Quatro!
Stop playing
When I pull up on you
I see as you dey do
Li-like you need my review
I'm a bad boy
meanings
Freak when I see things, like this chick in a g-string
Can I touch you friend?
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect,
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Pull deep at thirty feet swish that
Pack baddies in the Jeep big facts
Bruce Wayne blunts baby smoke bats
Bae looking fire ehhh Miss match
The Car jet
girl
It feels so good
Fooling a richie, richie like you
It feels so right
Fooling the rich boy in the fancy suit
You and your blokes
You tell me jokes
this chick in a G string
Can I touch you friend
Beat boy beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect hit that perfect
Hit that perfect beat boy
red right white left.
saving loot for a bathing suit
how to stop this fancy topless dancing
what is it with this FBI conspiracy stuff
female body
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
Juvenile detention
Turn a child to a savage
Just a fancy word for jail
So you know they wreaking havoc
On a young mind
Like land mines
Time goes by
the pistol) uh, yeah, now, now looky here
He shoots straight for your heart
(Now, and he won't miss you)
But that's alright y'all won't believe in me anyways
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
won't miss
Boom
Imma keep me a k, fuck a kiss
Fuck a kiss
Imma shoot by myself no assist
Ay
My choppa gone hit, it won't miss
Won't miss
My choppa gone
lis in Ghana
Honezly, honezly, speakin
She can’t get enough of the pickin
Eh ooh ahhh so we saw lis in Ghana
Don’t pull up in your rover
Boy you know
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
a trifle back.
My request was not requited, for an answer came indited
On a sheet of scented paper, in an ink of fancy blue;
And the envelope, I fancy
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
(Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me
brother in brown with whom he dealt
One more rock thrown, ah shoot
Under the ground was a boy in a blue suit
Still a lot of rock throwing
Going on up
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