Lyrics:
I digress
Dive in and I stretch
Dick longer than a clip used by white dudes to shoot up schools so I don't gotta be cool
When I'm icy everybody gonna
overlook it
A nigga killa a nigga he was crooked
Why ask why to a bullet
It came wit no name
Seven gram cherry pie straight to the brain
Get off of me if you
truck
It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, shit, it's
can't get along
Why my grandma had to die before I could get her on a song (Damn)
I remember your last moments
We all miss you
I'm okay being alone so
me from behind
every time I decide to sign on the dotted line
without a product
there ain't no sales
if money is divine
then I'm the holy grail
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
My friend told me weather's governed by the government
I wanted to believe, but that's the shit that got my cousin 'nem
Everything gotta have
Rubble, gettin in trouble and fuckin up
Parole got me makin my kids piss in a cup
It's cold, that's why I got a few bucks, I put up
from sellin greens,
Get em rock to the floor we might just stomp his ass
C'mon a get a lil' bet fuck nigga try your luck
Bitch they call me pimpin' I slap hoes
money back
They won't get a dollar out of that
These kids gotta crash
Go back home and listen to what's dad saying
Instead of being trash
By covering
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
Telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like
on the north side but I still fuck with the low tides
I know we going through tough times but just get it together we don't cry
I feel like maybe you satan
I
like a cop that’s on the take
Still haunted by they old mistakes standin on a frozen lake
The ice gets thinner as temperature rises
I don’t
the point in thinking I could tonight?
These teeth they just could never
Sink deep enough to
Make me pay attention
Or make me put up with you
Shop along there
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
KNOW WHAT HAPPINESS IS TO YOU
(BECAUSE I'M HAPPY)
CLAP ALONG IF YOU FEEL LIKE THAT'S WHAT YOU WANNA DO
FOUR LETTER WORD JUST TO GET ME ALONG
IT'S
have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild
I just learned to ball like I'm Jayson Tatum
Working by the mall I just wanna buy the mall
I don't wanna die young I want the forty acres
Who I gotta
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
the armor of God is your might
We on that man stuff: stand tough! Don’t let Satan handcuff
Me to my desires—I gotta run through the fire
We got that light
me know
Could we get a bit closer?
You came along, you came along.
We're fading our breath away.
Forget the ghosts, I'm getting old baby
Let yourself
they thinking I'm eyeing they chest
I kinda get it, though; no girl wanna date me
And their options are either bad, lame or crazy
Haunted by times when I
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