Lyrics:
her just to sell it off
I tell her, get my point across I chuckle just to set you off
Ice if I hand it off
Meetings in the 43's Cigarettes for all
with her pants off
Get on her hands, make a band off
Bein' bad, don't bring your manners
Bad bitch fuck it up (Yee)
Bad bitch no panties
Slime him slime
were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making
Black with white stripes, niggas know I’m official
Speakin' my mind, thoughts fresh off the mental
Better listen close, shit go deeper than
boy
Keep getting your shit! Listen, Chevy Woods
I'mma leave it up to you!
And this shit off right
Floetry and I'mma keep smoking
This good old raw
the land poppin' Xans, got withdrawals
Clasp my hands in advance 'cause they just can't get off
I've been given second chances
That shit like my motivation
the keys to the jeep?
Move your shit I need 12 feet (Vroom! Vroom)
Black chuck Ts be laced like athletes
And the bitches wanna fuck
'Cause I'm flyin' a bad
got more Franklins in me than Aretha
If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowledge as preachers and teachers
Just
So many good reviews off of Bastard
I celebrated
Getting masturbated by my pastor
Now he's in a plastic, on the kitchen table
Near a bowl of Lucky
[Kool Keith]
Yeah!
For the 2000 (2000)
Black Elvis (Black Elvis)
We get raw with this (hand me my guitar)
Tour bus packed (tour
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
She wanna be near me
Can't keep her hands up off me yeah
It's something bout her body
We instantly get naughty yeah
Here we go again
Here we go again
Chrislam (Chea!)
That's not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
'Till I spit one to her lip balm
Thirty Two ballistics in my clip that's what I be bussin off the hip
Make a n**** ranch they dip keep the mop I will not slip leave em face down in a ditch
splatters don't matter
that's what we practice
Blast the rocket
Knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair make your niggas call
Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't
though
I keep that energy that everybody equal
But learn this lesson
Time is everything I mean that
Don’t be impatient
Wait your turn and get some feedback
in you motherfuckers
This art imitate my life
Your WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white
Eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice
My
need a Check just to walk in
Better come get your bitch she keep Calling
Balling out MIA
Like a dolphin
I might buy Audemar To watch that Time fly by
[Talking:]
We gon' make 'em slither dance to this one Zilla
[Verse 1:]
Errybody jus (throw your hands up what)
All the ladies jus (throw your
nigga shit..
[MC Ren]
Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black
hands on her
Call her baby daddy, he pull up with the tool
Fire one up in the air and then he dipped off
Shots fired, police come around
No one dead so
Pretty dope, off a yellow Hesitant, step back, oh look I'm mellow
Glahh, some shots be sweepin
Too tackled, black on creepin
Lock up, sleep for
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