Lyrics:
First he was my moneygrip then he stole my honeydip
Mista Dobalina is a serpent, don't you agree?
The little two-tima resembles Aunt Jemima
With jeans
First he was my moneygrip then he stole my honeydip
Mista Dobalina is a serpent, don't you agree?
The little two-tima resembles Aunt Jemima
With jeans
else is you
Have you ever seen Japan?
Let's go
I got addicted to the world through your eyes
There ain't no place I cannot reach by your side
Mmm
No I
as a teen?
She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams
Just to see her son out here lookin' like a wigger in jeans (yeah)
Little Marshall
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
Jean from number 34, she visits, brings him cake or a little bottle for Christmas
And he's got his duck for company.
Yeah, he's got a pet duck, a pet
the projects
Leads to investigate
Lyle takes the lead
Ruthie Jean, Cabrini Green
By the hook
Candyman, husband, father
Murdered
Now seeks death in the afterlife
[Repeat x4]
"When the East in the house, oh my God"
[Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)]
Yeah! This one's for the world right here
Sizzla! (Mr. Kalonji just
to see
I got her coming in her jeans she do the job for me
Flying around just like a fucking bat but it ain’t hard to see
These little pussies scared they
must be something in the water
Sippin' gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees
(Undone)
The boys break their necks
Tryin' to creep a little
try give her kiss
I'm try give her dick
Make the little bitch happy
We get to bending through
Hallows go into you
Mr4pound wack em
That boy a pacifist
And wearing these motherfucking rockstar jeans
I ain't trash, girl
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Still not smoking, yeah
Ooh
Mr. Miska, sing the new song
Yeah
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
amused
(WHAAAT!!!)
I'm sick of you bitches, you prickin a stick faster
A little by little a minute I get half of
Think im a wizard unwhipping a clip, damn
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
feet
Holes in my jeans
Boots are busting at the seams
Looking a little Haggard and feeling kinda Jones
Walking down the road a sacred path of stone
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
TuTone…..
Tone…Tone…Yea
TuTone, I’m hard to replace, Gotta rack ah M in the back of the safe (Yeet Yeet)
Cougar So Thick, I like mine with a little
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
Mr. Clean
Im not as sexy as he
Because hes everything that I
Wish I could be
And those jeans
They're as white as can be
So maybe I can put him in my
zone
She staring at my jeans, I know she wanna take me home
I ain't gotta persuade her, I just let her give me dome
You calling her up later, but I been
the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward
Americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid
For
Mr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no
to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'
nice eight ball jean jacket to the last court hearing
I'm ready to change
Add shorty spit in my chicken and rice
I've been fully consumed by hatred,
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