Lyrics:
For a short man like me
To fill up a good waterbed
I'm only sixty-seven
I still got lot more time to find the right one
And you do need to find
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
music than me, bitch I really doubt
I played track one, heard enough, okay I'm out
I simply do it better, and you can't even keep up
Making messes on your
just went right up and asked him, i said
Will Bonnie Prince
Palace or whatever "What do
You think about it?
Is it worth being an artist
Or an indie-rock
pregnant and you’re tha father so, whatchu gonna do about it??
*masturbation*
Hi, my name is Tina, and I'm looking for someone that goes by the name
spine I think they need some Calcium
I got big stress
I take big steps
They say do it again I'm like say less
Planned to take a break
Wrote an album
They
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
YEAH YEAH YEAH
You can't say Alex without saying P
I don't fuck with vowels like PGSV
I'm off the Molly like MDMA
I get the sloppy like everyday
And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your
The only bad album I listen is by Michael Jackson
Nothing but good songs in it common now, play some common
I won't mind a ton of reggae after play some
evidence
Blue Chucks on the fences, it's the last you see
No master degree but I mastered the degree and mad shit for me
I hustle for my paper and I do
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
Yes, I do, I believe
That one day I will be
Where I was right there
Right next to you
And it's hard
The days just seem so dark
The moon
Track 6 of 50's album that's what's after the club
All the same when I run my game
Let me make it crystal clear to you
Baby jus what's my name?
I'm loved
tell by the smell (I can tell by the smell)
How can I get out without bail
Got my memories trapped in a cell
Memories tell me what do they entail
This
hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
and you see that shit
Me and Pro 2 of America's most wanted
Fuck your album cover
There's an actor on it
How many rappers want it
I can go down the line one
It started off one '89 morning
Prepared to bumrush this spot without warning
Dufflebagged up, we was there to conduct
Our bidness
Clear it and never
I can't help it
I put my job over everything
Except my family and friends
But you'll be in between forever
So I guess we'll have to take a step back
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
trucks, big whips, Whip up
Black see for you only got my back, shut your lips up!
Do it, turn it up, wow!, we gon' burn it up
Take another pull and pass
Nicki
Minaj through a song
This was it jLo wore a short
Dress and did a move
You mostly see strippers do on
Cop shows I'll call
It the squatted twerk:
talk like
Fuck around get etched out in chalk like
Down south, homeboy, we do it all night
Tell me what you really know about this raw life
Yo,
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