Lyrics:
Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay yo Harry you crazy for this shit
(La música de Harry Fraud) (bah)
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name
the bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got fam, don't need your pussy anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
All these karats
Somethin' that you can't do (woo, hey)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I like to walk around with my chain loose (chain, chain)
She
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need God for
This that shit we really gotta talk about in person
There's some shit I need to work on
But I know you see me working nigga, champagne
in Biscayne
Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
Twenty-five, sittin' on twenty-five mil',
of sorry, I only can tell
Been gone twenty-four hours, baby
Seems like a thousand years
Come back, baby, let's talk it over one more time
Lord, Lord
My Mama
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don't get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know
I'm fifteen, I ain't green
flows
That don't even make sense, like dykes usin' dildos
So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats
And pick up this Slim Shady shit that's
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire
with a lot of shit to second-guess
Guess I'll waste another year, I'm wonderin' if
If that was casual, then I'm an idiot
I'm lookin' for an answer in
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
heart is full of sorry.
I only can tell.
Been gone twenty-four hours, baby.
Seems like a thousand years.
Come back, baby.
Let's talk it over one more
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project
Jolene, I'm a woman too
The games you play are nothing new
So you don't want no heat with me, Jolene
We been deep in love for twenty years
I raised that
the tone of your replies (shit I don't like)
I don't like the look that's in your eyes (shit I don't like)
Blame this shit on being twenty-five
That
Do as I say not as I do because
The shit's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk
the switches on that shit one time, huh
Let the top down
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped
the switches on that shit one time, huh
Let the top down
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped
(Dolly Parton)
Daddy I feel that I must talk to you
Are you sure this is what you want to do?
Now it's not for us kids that I beg you to stay
cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)
(Takeoff) how much you got?
I got twenty-five plus in the bank, no goddamn lie (M&M's)
They talk 'bout they
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
Bitch, I'm back and it's up, PSA (whoa, whoa)
I'm too fleek to take off all my shit at TSA (fleek)
I know we met today, but I'ma need that shit
nigga, How You Luv That
20 Hot Girls to bone nigga, How You Luv That
Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones
Nigga how you gon' tell me
That shit ain't changed
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