Lyrics:
the holdin head of queen
Pink notes'll keep a nigga clean
Drop a bad bitch to her knees
I was hardcore from the stove
I had to make a profit off the phone
[Baby]
Baller Blockin'
Nigga I don't give a fuck
When it's on, it's on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch
I'm a neighborhood superstar
your head"
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (heart)
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (soul)
You gotta love it or leave
your head"
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (heart)
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (soul)
You gotta love it or leave
snitches gag
When I get up on my bag
All these snitches gag
When I get up on my bag
All these snitches gag
When I get up on my bag
They gone ah!
They gone
will ruin your gear
Rippin' off your clothes from your head to your toes
Idolize the sound that many people have chose
Sound so live, you would think
none of you niggas
When I'm near you I feel like a metal in a microwave
I'd much rather be at home all alone by myself
Fuck your support, I can buy it
and we're coolin hardcore
You never seen a MC with such style and finesse
Wearin hella silk shirts and pants by Guess
You can search the universe, but you
addition added to your math
Securing bags as new streams are flowing by
The resouvour loaded for the rainy days passing by
Ghetto superstars we know who they
been brainwashed
Yeah your brain is hollow
It's like some of these rappers
Ya got shit for brains
Open your mouth
It's nothing but stains
But you still
your head is,
I was always there to help you break the fall.
And now you wanna pretend that you a superstar,
And now you wanna us to end, whats
[Infesticon #0]
Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
On this beach, leave you
dog
When I'm with the big guy
Up in the blue sky
Yeah hand me a brew-ski
Just chilling I'm just trying get by
Yeah I haven't eaten since yesterday
I
Yeah yeah
Aaaaaah (yeah)
Every time I look into my eye, I see
I see things you can't even deny, I see
Superstar I swear I never lie, I see
I see that
the Louis Bag on
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I don't go outside with the Louis Bag
I don't go outside with the Louis
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my
daycare home
Before you with me, I was alone
Tried to do something by hand
To do a everything into my head
Tried to do something by hand
To do a everything
Got my head come spinning, on a ring ting
Frequent DMs, on a ping ping
Let me see what's sitting by your pinkie
You a leng, leng
Bag a man quick, quick
head nigga always
Bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap
And steadied the clip on the seat
All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G
I was
mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin
But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas
Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch,
Nelson, Johnny Cash, De La Rocha all raw hardcore
Bowls of rice by the laptop where I cook with no crackpot
I traded in my blunts for the jackpot
Dang,
bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really
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