Lyrics:
to a creep
In the house
My woman, my child and myself
Where all there
Sound asleep in the house
By the time I realized
A gang of people had gotten
So deep
with care
In the hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
A miniature sleigh and eight tiny
The bitter taste, there's nothing else
I'll bow for your king when he shows himself
Brick by brick by brick
These walls begin to cave in
The house
money
Why would I sweat a bitch?
They keep on coming keep my hawk on me
They think they gon' jump me
Still in my hood
I ain't worried bout' nothing
I
will offer Him this ransomed soul
With His saints I raise my voice
And I will worship in the house of God
With an upright heart I will praise my God
Driving in my glass house
Up in this brass' house
Thinking of ways to get paid
Let's rid these tasks now
Up in my glass house
Bring the red bras
Welcome to The Lucky 38
Glad you could make the trip
The crowning jewel in the oasis
Of the Vegas Strip i'm Robert Edwin House
The founder of this
back, the black dynamo's on track
I got jack for the big tax
Yep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm)
Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED
ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
Right on
I'm comin' straight from the 70's
Super fly in my perm and my leather P's
I'm comin' straight
and stumbled into this rap game
And turned my struggles into a fortune
No wonder why these hoes good for nothing
Just turned me texting into some fucking
You
I ain’t got a tv
That’s what I’m in yo house for
Smoking on some cookies
While my milk is in her tonsils
Y’all at parties we was starving sleep where
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
Yeah
Pass me the Swisher, this Henny been in my liver
Lil’ shordy look like a snack so I eat that pussy for dinner
My mug is muddy as fuck and my blood
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her
Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no not ya dick, ya whole fist
I turned
represent the south
Weak niggas shut your mouth Cashville is in the house
Something like skinny I'm a motha fucking kingpin
Reppin the south straight slang
don't give no dap to me, nigga
Funny thin' about talkin' behind my back
Is that it just keep comin' back to me, nigga
Was off for a sec, now it's back
so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now
(Straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some
magic
Lakers
Weaving thru traffic
Ain't nothing that can
Break us
Or Raid us like a team
In Las Vegas
I send a clear message
Like Khadijah saying prayers
Just pay us
For these 32 flavors
Pure magic
Lakers
Weaving thru traffic
Ain't nothing that can
Break us
Or Raid us like a team
In Las Vegas
I send
Maybach but I'm not a racist
Inside's whiter than Katy Perry's face is
Yellow diamonds in my Jeses
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for
lay back and let my mind start to trip
By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew
If your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint Dog's got
from
Essence about my ex wife
Doing another sad fictitious story
Nothing surprises me anymore, including this
This is what your life has come to sis?
Scooping Cocoa poop straight out the basement
All these clowns buy my shit without hesitation
Diarrhea in the needle like a vaccination
This dookie
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