Lyrics:
it crunk like the Dirty South
Hold ya mouth, you ain't worth a third of me
A word from me, exclusive as a surgery
But I don't use a scalpel,
think there's bats in the belfry
Chorus
I don't know what's come over me,
I'm blinded by the scenery,
Nice place to visit,
I don't know what I'm gonna
Woo
Don't hit me too hard
Oh, yeah
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, to me, to me, woo
All alone you get off on your own, girl
All
prisons and spit a verse
Spend all your time tryna live the Word
Only for people to call you slurs
Now you don't want it
Used to pull up in
if you ask me (yeah)
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around ten and skinny
Oh, when you look in the mirror
Oh, tell me what do you see?
An older woman showering in victim's blood
Or have yourself you deceived?
Do your
own tail
When he metioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
So I pointed at John Roy and said
It's all his, now please let me go, I mean it was your idea
You can call it a comeback
I lay back, analyze the rhymes and realize
I own that crown for lyrical combat
Spit more raps to count more stacks
wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll
Gypsy done tole me, don't you wear no black
Yes, she done told me, don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
and hear me out
Crazy in an envy
It's deeper than the other boy
But my heart wont ever need a thing dear
If I got you for my own
Don't close your eyes ‘til
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ho chose
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ten toes (8-808)
Drug dealer, cap
praying for you, just waiting to adore you
So dear future wife I'll see you soon
Dear future wife I'll see you in a while
Don't go falling for somebody
Now that you set everybody free
What you going to do about me?
Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown
I'd rather go back in the sweet
you don't play, bite the dust
Cause in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases
I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of
The brand new mad style, uh
this, gettin' high
Ghetto queen you look so delightin'
Heard your body callin', callin' me, baby
Tellin' me to rodeo ride it
Don't fall off, hold
're mourning
And you say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
I don't know man, I don't think they really with it man
I think you should give 'em another example
Aight, give me a scratch let's make it funky
at me they better come right (You heard me?)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
own problems that their going through
I take it day by day, it's only thing that I can do
So I live for me as you live for you
But you can't be me
please don't think that it means I don't love you
Oh, how I wish I could be there everyday
'Cause when I'm gone it makes me so sad and blue
And holding
try it
Never paid attention to ones who try to belittle me
Like they always say small things to a giant
I'm a disciple and my angel wings are clipped
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