Lyrics:
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I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
niggas starvin' cause we all ate
Ain't no love in these streets, boy it's all hate
If you not certified you can't even stand by me
Swear I can't wait for
still stuck in the noise
Boy, I feel like Roy Williams, tryna ram all of my boys up in a big truck
Drive niggas, let go of outside niggas
Outside
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
him Tyler O-Comma
I'm tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada
Probably [?] boy I'm just rhyming
They saying bow, suck my genitals
Album cover
Pimp White Boy I'ma do the damn thing)
[White Boy]
Mack a Don, awaited by G-straps and thongs
Top notch nigga these facts is known
Keep rats, hit 'em
I guess Imma say it now
Desmond Jarell Gist or Williams
Whatever
Tryna touch a Billie with my brother
Not talking no extra
He don't even notice that
Freedom Williams ]
I got a small problem with the devil
I don't like crackjack, playback to another level
Bury that sh... into dirt
Because I see too
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
[Pharrell Williams] - The rapper!
Naw, dawg, go figure
With the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole
price it's like it's fashion oversite (woo)
Doubled up the shows and I tax 'em for the flights (huh)
I'm owed by the code, so don't make me ask you
she'd always be mine
But now I'm a loner, I don't like being by myself
The kind of love I'm looking for I can't find with nobody else
Boy don't take your
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
Okay, that boy got it, for real
Remember nights we couldn't eat, now we got a few mil'
No filler on the album, cue up, how does it feel?
They tryna
Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister
Then
smoke good, but I stay higher
Take 'em back to the white lex bubble
Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble
Trend setter like the boy Don
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
mind when Pete Davidson started fuckin' Kim (crazy)
He be dressin' dusty now, he don't even look rich
He been lookin' stressed since that white boy
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
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