Lyrics:
on me
Wanna be sober but I'm
Always smokin' palm trees
I don't spare nothin'
You better get your lil homie
Shit I been doin' my thing
I know you know who
I take off her blouse
Deprived of the D, she gets on both knees
With ease
I tease, grabbin her double D's
She pleased
Birds n bees in threes from now
They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your
up with missiles
Get caught in a scheme yea
Always come back like the fiends
Put them in comas and live by the dreams
Fuck on your bitch in
me
Tell em what you did
While you were on your knees
How you begged for me to stop
How you screamed please
You don't get it I could end your life
I
I got butterflies baby I ain’t talking bout no bees
But she ain’t budging I’ll do anything to get her on her knees
And hopefully I flip the script so
tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When
all?
'Cause I stay well off?
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What, 'cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get
all?
'Cause I stay well off?
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What, 'cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get
at your knees
I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Fat potential, gave birth
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
man
Bitch you got knocked out
Laid up played down
Had first place but you came last
On a high horse thrown off by the same man
Took your chance but you
trends (Uh)
Talking bout' drugs and sex and how i wanna be dead (Yeah)
Tell me another way i can get into your head
Girl in reality i just want you in my
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash don't litter
You got
this money all on time for the re yea the plug he depending on me yea
I gotta get this money by any means my whole team and the fam they depending on me
Dusty shoes, dirty hands
Scraped up knees, getting bruised
Bloody nose, open toe socks
They some hand me downs
Running barefoot in the neighborhood
the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Lil' Cease
Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
Rock Lil' Kim hats
a refill cost 5 G's
And my girl refilled she can't get up out the sheets
She can't get up off her knees like lord Jesus please
Baby come and ride wit' me
me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
Footloose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
I'll poison your handle
Your innards dismantled
Run your mouth again
And I'll make your life end
Get on your knees, bitch
Suck my clit slick
Word
near my clique, you get eaten alive
You can ask Ian, you know how he died
Touching on hoes, now his face in the ground
Your bitch off the molly, she
on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch because I'm strugglin'
Just get on your knees and then start jugglin'
These motherfuckin' nuts in your
on my side, and bitches on my back
So back up bitch because I'm strugglin'
Just get on your knees and then start jugglin'
These motherfuckin' nuts in
Get on your knees and pray
Then get on your feet and hustle
God please keep my safe
Cause the world we live so cut throat
The love you show me fake
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