Lyrics:
I'm in every house like a Foreman
At an early age I could tell that I wasn't normal
Attracted to them girls in prom dresses at a formal
Older women I
the hammer and I fired at the guinea's back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin' crazy mafia members in the neck
Looked at my girl, a bullet struck
the hammer and I fired at the guinea's back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin' crazy mafia members in the neck
Looked at my girl, a bullet struck
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
call it New Jack, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got a blue Jag
I make that cash talk
I got a new house
You wanna get in, need a passcode nigga
Two twenty five
Hall is in the house and Dayton is too
Wesely is down, cause it's in Flint town
So all you Flint muthafuckas listen to what I say
Throw you hands in
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
"Friendsies"
I'm in a frenzy, 'cause my bedroom's empty
I'm gently attempting to win her over by being as good a friend as I can be
She's tempting but riddled
Smacking it, pushing it in my ear, fuck
Lord, oh please
What's happening to me?
It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G
Seeping in my head, fucking
Dope boy making Dope boy moves Keep bread like Waffle House chains look right cause it cost a lot it’s at lease a half a mill in the parking lot when
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, but we ridin' tonight
Well, it's
the head of a minion
Now that's AIR yeah I'm sure
Get BUN like skunk in Rawz
You can't afford to war with the lord
I'll be outside your house like a sales
the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin', eatin' pastas
Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas
Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed
in a skyscraper Then I air it out
You want the smoke gon let it out
You want the dope then go get an ounce
I blow by the pound then air it out
It ain’t
You stupid bitch get the fuck out my house grr
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air
in your lane I don't do this shit for fame
I just want to stack my racks
Score dem goals like Harry Kane
We been moving foreign blues like a mafia
Deep in tha house
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[Chorus]
[Skin Deep]
Baby just stop
I'm so tired of playing
Stop, no more games
Baby just stop
I'm
caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under
that brought you Aaliyah
Prayer, in the air one shot, one tear
Warning, these rap niggas not
What they appear
Never been cheap Louis Vs on my ear
Fuck
[Verse 1]
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and see-notes
game got my eyes
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