Lyrics:
a fuck
I just wanna get a lot of water
Just to sip it all up in my sippy cup
Put the work in, things are looking up
I put the work in, things are looking
will outlast cash
You get respect by bein creative
And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta
are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!
Verse One: Styles Paniro
I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach
individual that is presented to me
So how goes it my friend, how are you?
You've doted your i's and crossed your Q's
Cause boy oh boy do I have something
that are finally free
It might not be how we planned it, but we've got to see if the yield is worth it, fuckin plant the seed
When that day comes that
meanings
Freak when I see things, like this chick in a g-string
Can I touch you friend?
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect,
wrote?
How many notes I sung?
Wise men must never seek for war
But he must always be ready for
So, in this world, words are my sword
Oh lord, music, that's
project
We'd like to thank the most high
On behalf of the A$AP Mob, Bone Thug and, all in attendance
Knowing that all things belong to those
For
nigga let me hit that there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s
[Chorus]
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how I knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
break down a stall,
I drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in shape,
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape,
Let's get
asked
"How are you processing this?"
I said I was in the studio getting ready to sing
Then the drummer walked in and said
"Hey, did you see this?"
I
dreams came true
The first thing we're gonna do is buy yourself a new dress
Take some pictures, put you in the LA Express
Teach you how to walk in some
Thighs so thick with a dick so big
Taking off my panty drawls
I see what I like when I’m looking at you
By the look in your eye
You want the same thing
your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the click you know
it on my dick
Like a liquid, like a split
I'm in a bottle and a whipped cream thinking I'm soft
See you past my alternate reality
How did I create
rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
So, in two seconds flat, Dre's
positive, negative, what they givin' me
How you don't understand, I'm unequivocally
I come in shalom and humility
Exposing the folly and the stupidity
You
up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he
the chrome fifth, playin my position
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos
We takin over like Francis
Switchin our
the industry but
How long will it last?
(How long will it last)
I'll stick dick in your earth while
I'm smoking on this grass
I am sick, really sick
Come and see
Couple years gone by, we gotta elevate
Cause the Flaws got us all in a mental state
My nigga just told me he got 3 bad bitches
I said to him, "your
some other shit
I wonder if Will asked Jada, did she suck his dick? (woah)
Now he questionin' how you and 'Pac was out here movin'
He was lookin'
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