Lyrics:
on top when we by the stove
When she told me to do it faster, that's when I dug deeper
Now every time I see her, I gots to freak her 'cause
When I
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
Toss a little bone to the working man
Dear uncle Sam you got a lot to do
But I just want to have a little talk with you
You probably don't remember
do my thang
Keep it on the low, and get it everywhere that we go
Lemme do my thang
Get a bitch, got a bitch
G shit, yeah I got a lot of it
Money
There's your ticket out the ghetto
Take flight right here
Sell me you go bye bye here, " damn!
There's a different set of rules
We abide by here
You need
she don't have what you worth, dig what I'm talkin bout?
I met you at my uncle Rick James house, he told me you turned me out
And ever since that
another plan
He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn
She's just
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
he dissed you
Can you believe the nerve of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't bring in the pistols
But he got issues enough of that lame
I
a through train ticket right across Mississippi clean,
And I was on that Special Flyer out of Birmingham smoking into New Orleans.
Someone's got to help me
when she was
13 now he's 11 years
And he standin on Texas
Sellin' rocks and drinkin' beers
She got another girl, she's 8
Stayed with her aunt and uncle
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
you ain't got Jesus with you
Last Supper, you might get fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you
Side bitch was trippin', I fucked but won't spend
gave you niggas a whole lane, a whole lane (lane)
That's better than me fronting a nigga the whole thang (thang)
And where I'm from, they know I'm
thang lane switchin'
Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin'
Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin'
Got that rap patrol behind yo, get
on me?"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that
What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
Glad
thought I'd let it pass
Santa is an anagram, you're suckered by the beard
Bringing peace to everyone I think that's kinda weird
There's no such thing
a son too so by all means
If it's a drought you show what your gun do
And if it get botched be two more black kids
Getting raised by there uncle
That's
man)
Spending on my lil thang thang
call me Uncle Sam (uncle Sam)
Yea na God blessed me
so I money dance
Ay ye ay ay ay
Dance, (dance)
with my big Brabe,
Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above
Holla at your nigga baby bring your thang
You could shake what you got
Get your pussy real hot
Jump in the gator we could slide to my ???
Just
you,
While you're telling me that you can't do this anymore
This must be the worst day of my life
This must be the worst day of my life
And it's
Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say "DAMN!", "I wanna kill Sam"
"Do the niggas run this
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