Lyrics:
it tonight (what else)
Only sixteen, way too tight
But age ain't nothin' but a number- number
Baby got her hair done by Shanda- Shanda
Nine nine
date me
Know me a couple of bitches wan' rape me
Me and the bruddas in Paris, No Jay-Z
Bitch you been lied to, bitch keep hating
Not talkin' bout Ed
defender ain't givin' a fuck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
what I'm talkin' about
What you gon' tell your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you doin'?
How did you put it down?
These my words to my motherfuckin'
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
fakin' that we did is sell a nigga's hit
I can't cuff on that bitch if she ain't gettin' scripts
Them niggas always talkin' shit, but I never sold dis
Uh,
School of hard knocks
I'm a scholar
Pop a perk ten
Fell in love with downers
The devil want my soul
Hear the voices getting louder
Ok what about it
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
Yeah, why you trying to play me?
I'm PIII
Messy like Jay-Z
I'm a fiend
When you stay with me its a scene, yeah
Something about love
I don't ever
in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong, pour the holy water in
Celebrating
good so buy some and flaunt it
These accessories are whipping millennials and the gen Z into a frenzy
“Can we buy some more the shines galore”
appreciated far beyond you'll ever believe, you know what I'm talkin' about (Scott Francis)
Shout to Carlene, Marcia, the whole Def Jam staff too, it's weird
the flesh, let's talk about sex, babies having babies, Generation X
With the AIDS epidemic, we ain't pure no more, and I know they gotta cure for this shit,
bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin tonight
This iron is showin you the shine designed by Christ
And I, am the head reaper about the sick shit
but we don't brag, though
Cause y'all already know
Y'all know what I'm about, dawg
I been down
I came a long way from di 1-tao
From being doubted,
If it ain't about money I ain't talkin'
Pocket full of Franklins on me, I call that shit gangsta walkin'
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she outside
enormous, than leave dormant
That's how we on it, word to jay z and em
Look growing up
I was listening To jay z and them
Taught us when they lock our
Jay z make it look like a flashback (wait)
Did I just say Jay z is it true, am I that bad
Maybe like a heart attack (yuh)
I don’t wanna talk that shit
tryna cast the role
All these bitches call em casserole
Lookin' like Miley with your cameltoe
All the Victoria Secrets I ain't told
Talkin' about
it's a holiday
Cause I don't know if imma die tomorrow or I die today
Could give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today
Rest in peace to Mr. Miller bro we
and what's not
People always wanna tell you what's
Hot and what's not
Day after Thanksgiving, got a call from Jay Z
Said he wanted to build
About something I
What's his name
We don't give a fuck about that young boy
What's his name
Switch it up, Kevin Hart my flop
I felt pain
Fingers crossed, put her
shit, I know what I'm talkin' bout
Pop up with a different scope, I hit em in his fuckin' scalp
I don't give no fuck about the help, I did this by myself
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
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