Lyrics:
mister whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench
When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
moms is fuckin' one of his homies (thot)
And he heard niggas sayin' they was gon' kill his mother
If she alive when they come home, they should still
[Verse 1, Rick Ross]
AK's, Calico's, to 45's
I abide by the rules, what I gotta buy
Can let it by, too many niggas gotta die
Once you got one in
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
'll forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when
'll forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when
'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, free to be me.
Black night is a long way from home.
Good Golly, said little Miss Molly
When she was
Scott
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and then was shot
Andrew Johnson nearly got impeached by just one vote
Ulysses Grant is on the fifty dollar note
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
bitch ass
See y'all read King James' version
I read Sprewell version
It's a little ghetto but it gets the job done, huh?
He was hanging out with his
don’t hear it and I dont think I will/just remember I was trained to kill at any given moment/ and I fuckin will/ when I get the feel of a trigga imma be
hotter than celebrity mates
What? Celebrity mates
Yeah, famous people and their wives
And Mila Kunis, had a crush on her when I was nine
Doesn't matter
him was not
available so the words and music herein are taken from the sheet music as written
by Stan Jones
Monroes' version, as well as competing
get the honeys off the wall
Escort them to the dancefloor
Like Al B. I was Sure the same on they tried to diss
Knew the time but never once looked
There once was a boy who was cunning and coy
He was born in the wilds of Kentucky
He was two when he sighed as his mother died
Some people are just
that’s cut off?
I mean, I looked up to you when I was little, god
I learned that you don’t give a shit
Oh, you ain’t shit
I imagine years from now you’ll
nights, but bitch I been Bane
I was born in the darkness like Rick James
Bitch, sippin' scotch with Chappelle after the Grammys
Said them countries
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I'ma rest
And you're right, your brother was a brother to me
And your sister's situation was the one that put me
can
But time is flying by and I'm still just half a man
When I saw you on that sunny day
The way you held me didn't feel the same
Made me think that
conversation goes
How slavery was ended two hundred years ago
But who's countin'
Cause your parents bitched and moaned over sharin' a fountain
And I can tell by
hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite
Rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen
them Xans, I was thinkin' 'bout killin' myself
Made a bond with another nigga bitch even though it was time to bail (it was time to bail)
When it's his
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