Lyrics:
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[Chorus:]
Every time I think about her
I can't make up my mind
Well it's hard to explain
Just the way I feel about her
Well I'll tell you
inspired by adventure
Calculated circles, the circumference and the radius
The only cats that float without a float through the parade is us
The harder
on me like a d-boy
But all I know now is the B-line
I got the feds following the decoy
Google Maps, I'm streetwise
I saw that coming
Eliminate all risks
gone by, I
Trying to find the reasons why, I
I always seem to make you cry, I
Just don't know why
Well could it be
You always running in the streets
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
and make you say
(Run ran the place with bass and bust boo-tay)
Go check the clock I rock your jock so hard
Make you feel the deal is I'm top card
Come
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
seater
Left Ne-Ne with Macita
Vroom speed up run faster than a cheetah
Only thing on my mind is how I'm gone get all in this cheap slut
Should I use
Cashout what it do foo foo
Pack World
Hardest thing to do is staying focused when you got the bag
It ain't none to run it up but you gotta make it
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
greet you
Morning boy
It's eternal love
Well here, go ahead, run through that flame
Aw man, I'm running through your mind
You took a cat, you took
with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct
hear the car running
Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in
Promoter already paid my money
I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey
Bigga baby
Move it on the left like I told ya
Camouflage faces look colder
Make the wrong move and I'll fold up, whoa
I'm a soldier
Wiz been the best, brush your
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem
And I probably am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol'
know is that I don't know nothing
Whatcha gonna do with yourself
Boy better make up your mind
Whatcha gonna do with yourself boy
You're running out
Scramble like an egg or get folded like a omelette
Bitch boy, who is you, kicking kidneys, pissed jeans
Missed spleen, where g? Taken by a blade, it stings
sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is
a stack, that boy done, it's a wrap
I grabbed her by her hair, bent her over, and I told her
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back
Lil'
The police is the enemy
Hook:
Everywhere the white man go he bring misery
All throughout history, look it up
Everything them bald heads touch they
of his life could be a nightmare thriller
Hand out blankets with disease
Our God is so much better we believe
Genocidal times, get on your knees
We are
Was bragging bout robbery they had done
By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet
I'ma play racist (and what?) and make niggas run
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