Lyrics:
white bitch, I'ma call her Topanga
Riding with demons, protected by angels
Nuts on me big, when I'm walking, they dangle
She be the wig ain't no way
taught he might
If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right
So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal
Seen
Written by ricky & kim wilde
It's good to meet you - how you doin'
I haven't seen your face before
Yeah I'm alone here - noticed you the minute
You
it's pure as snow
I'm a South side nigga I'm warning you,
You could get smoked when I come through, okay, okay
If sellin' cocaine is what you tryna
This is the remix yeah yeah
Quiero un mclaren audio o Ferrari
Para ir a 200 turbo Bugatti
Diseño de lambo deluxe Aston Martin
Me siento exclusivo
block
And free all my niggas tryna get some guap
I'm screamin' "Free B Rilla" 'til he come home
My nigga locked up with a smartphone
I'm tryna drop
an X, I'm finna get litty (litty, litty)
Then go to Mars, she wanna come with me
Sipping red, I can't think
Going crazy off the drink
Flashing lights,
Yooo
SMG
Making Jesus Famous
Ricky Sed
Lucifer, Why do you want to be hard on me?
Why you want to put the evil spirit in me?
I'm still upcoming
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
And called em mentirosa, but I'm fly and attract
Now I'm a mega, ???, you see me on the pista
Talkin 'bout Spanish Fly, my man, ???
And all my boys sit
for this)
Oh my god
I'm having an eargasm
Oh!! Ricky, I'm speechless!!
It's amazing!!
So, tell us about the album then
When did you start recording
become
If a million sons would stand as one
We will overcome, overcome
Alive, seen things from the Godfather saga
A Martin Scorsese classic and I'm
Frederick Douglas
And Martin Luther King (yeah)
It's black history (aye)
I'm black history
Trying to keep the legacy my ancestors left to me
A legend when I
This is gonna be me and my niggas
Holdin' triggers in our back bump
To take back what we once had
We don't give a damn about the enemies
Send they
how they murder son
Tired of them killing us, I'm on my way to Ferguson
Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me
Mothers
You never did me wrong
Baby come back home I can't do this on my own
Rocking Chrome Heart with this Ricky
Mix it with V-lone
I cant find no wock so
to the lawn, out there
She kicked me hard, to the grill
With one of them, Doc Martin heels
Murderas, you know how that feels
Your lip be out there
Time
I was just a little girl
Travelling with my pops
Thrown in jail for nothing
By some southern racist cops
Reverend Martin told us
What needed
get you cooked up I got chef hands
I can get you looked up by your pick me
Yeah, She on all ten trying to lick me
More money then them, I got whole lot
What's up, Boat?
Ayy, ayy
(ShittyBoyz)
Track two's got me euro-steppin' like I'm ball playin'
If it's smoke, we gon' send some shots and leave
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Baby quit fronting let me see what you on
(bae, wassup?)
I been paying full price what the fucks a coupon (Yeah)
I'm in the Stu daily
I'm more like Ricky Martin
Talladega nights is often
Race car driving brakes will soften
Crash and burns if you don't want that first place
Please just
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
'Cause it's just another day in the life of a goddamn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come
Compound
Simeon hit me up
know we burn it down
Frank Martin kno I get the job done
This the first but the best is yet to come
Just started I feel like I
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