Lyrics:
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Just hit a diesel shot right by the Jet yeah (by the jet)
Didn't know we fucked before we met yeah (met yeah)
Outside of your spot n' I pull up with
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
the size of your personal score
And live to serve the least of you, who lost their way by the light of day
Interlude
You can pick up the telephone, but
proud of who you are, your strength come from within
Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them
And you nothin' like him, you'll
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
to debate on, who's your pop and who's not
Or who shot Big and Tupac
Or who this stud fuckin or how much this crew got
That's hoe shit
That ain't me
Invitation to a party that I didn't wanna go to
Surrounded by mothafuckas that give me the stress I go thru
Daily
Baby dance with me
I'm tryna drink
Rap bot.
Robo-cop, get chopped at. the Chop shop.
I'm the Wicked JR.
Of the Duke. Of the Wicked.
I'm your addiction to your Nuke!
Your Rap Cherry. God
These are people who can't stand me,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
Who be callin' me uncanny,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass
ain't no rat, I'on know a thing my homies
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Still had to eat off that scammin' thing
I know some niggas totin' .40's
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
'Who is he, lookin like a grizzly?'
While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
come get wit it
It's representative who never lack, no doubt
Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back right out
I be the mack with fout,
know I'm equipped with Clorox
and chemicals that'll burn off your lip
Intestines investments hide money in your stomach
Who can stop Pepto Bismol?
Only
Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow
I just love tokin', blackin' out like Tame in the open
Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in
It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
It cost twenty if you're down with it
Ayo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
To ride around blitted
Cause
gotta go and ask you where my daddy
Mommy, I gotta go and ask you where my daddy
Come on, sit on your daddy's lap cause
I am the one who pats your back
a leader which side you leading
Do you got credit(do you got credit, do you)
(Toby Raloe)When the days go dark which side to you pick
Who that n*** in
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I'ma put it in my face if the pussy taste like water
I just popped a Perc, I'm tryna put dick on your daughter
nowadays, who the fuck rate these guys?
Been fucking on your bitch all day, she don't wanna wave me, bye
Okay, high NG, I'm of all us obey all
ain't gotta choose sides
Yeah I'm always gon be by your side when you ride
One day when I ...
I pray you don't cry
I'ma give you all the riches
You
inside no sight on reefer
Or fly high by out in the ether
Feel good no question I need a
Fine girl miss madam señorita
Your girl wish your man was like me
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