Lyrics:
you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold
big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure
Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our
it's hard
Like finding lively conversation in graveyards.
I hit the nail on the head,
Drove it straight through my hand.
I have martyred myself in
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
érogène
I've been a god waiting for a synagog
Liquor drop you hit the spot like a cinderblock
This is not what you wanted but this is what you got
Gotta
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
fall
Getting by, watch the
Rich become one of you
Sardonic love through a sonic wave
Mildew on the walls with a glamour stain
Watch the rich fall
Watch
the perfume can I get yo IG?
Out here looking like Blake Lively
I'm tryna picture you beside me
Eric to your Pinciotti, no i'm not
I've tried a lot
Living 20
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
gettin no higher? (Gettin' no higher)
I know you think that you've got it all (I know you think that you've got it all)
And by making other people feel
'll be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
It's
Records more lively than broad days Alaska six strains
Ammo shots for areas you ain't got no Chest plates
It's
Seven shots in and I'm carrying eight
fiend's titty, huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
on a thousand
No shit you can borrow
I been the man since a git
No snatch
Yo bitch she a thot
She get hit from the back
Thirty go by a new bitch gone twerk
nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?
I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
night we performed Badlands
In it's entirety i'm gonna tell you what
There's not a single radio hit
On that album and they
Still sang every fucking word
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
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