Lyrics:
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And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
time I sleep is on the plane
Bought the bitch a Rollie tell time
It ain't enough time in my day
Go Audemars retail price
With that card he get it
the hell up
Keep it simple every time I flow
If you step to me I shall throw blows
Raise up like I's break nose
I ain't about talkin I'll lay 'em down
down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me, I want everything (bitch) it won't take me long
Roger, Roger, tell 'em roger
ain't over
The party ain't over
It's three a.m. and it's too many women
She's just beginning the time of her life
So tell the DJ, J,J,J,J
Turn
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother, who's the spittin' image of her
That's Slim Shady, yeah baby,
Anything that you want from me
Boy you can get it any time, any place
I'll be your servant, your slave
Your everything you ever wanted baby
Just
nigga fuck the fame
Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' niggas know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz
We keep
getting jealous by the look I'm catchin'
I hate dumb skeezers, MC beater
Drop 5 grand on my bird white needer?
Smooth like ice, don't get nice
Just turn up
been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy
charged her a stack for it
Got it by the bag get a whole or a half for it
Soulja to the scale so they get what they ask for it
Imported cocaine but I don't
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
made me feel
And he'd say, "Turn it left and steer it right
Straighten up girl, now you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by the river where
And you know I can (ah c'mon)
Tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way
That you move, ooh, hey
The road to hell is paved
With good
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
let me in
Tell 'em it's Game but these hoes call me ESPN
Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
Before that, do you remember what
had ta show ha how I felt wen I was in Iraq
Bitch Ima bossman why you think I got 2 3 jacks
How you can’t tell you know a duck by how it walk an quack
count 'em
I gotta tell them to myself
Practice makes perfect
I'm still tryna' learn it by heart
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat
street nigga re-up every week witcha
Work by the boatload, get it for the cheap, nigga
Lay a nigga down like I'm layin' towel
Got a kill em', ain't no
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
can't turn you 'round
The blues
Is a low-down shakin' chill
Yes, preach 'em now
Mmmmm-mmmmm
Is a low-down shakin' chill
You ain't never had 'em, I
the visit, if better days was on its way
Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn
So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn
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