Lyrics:
know your whole crew soft as baby shit
One time for my GT got it washed up
Two from the line get ya' Chris Boshed up
With this choppa in my hand
Believe it or not, I love all playa haters (bring it)
'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby
Say what you got to say
People know me on these
grind
Breads the only thing that I got in mind
Jack Bruce stay on top y'all
You know that Ima be back soon
But this time Ima be for real though
Jack gon'
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
Sick motherfuckers!
Go head, throw up nigga
Yea yea ok, I know you
I know, I know
[Verse 1]
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never,
being x'ed ain't no seeing tech
Before that shit she was a good worker
Really unique shaft and hood jerker
Simply by sucking a nigga would burst her
know I'm right
Imma blow like Hubba Bubba
I'm the one there aint no other
Loved by everyone and their brothers
Get a pic and hit the shudder
If you're
being x'ed ain't no seeing tech
Before that shit she was a good worker
Really unique shaft and hood jerker
Simply by sucking a nigga would burst her
lived in his car
At one point you went solo
I know you were tryin'
But your songs just sounded like
A German Shepherd dyin'
A hundred million Backstreet
about they diamonds
N how they be out there shinin'
For the wrap
Hey were trappin'
Tell y'all they be at there grind
And I know they ain't about that
fine
(I f***ed 'round and hit it)
F***ed around and slipped and hit that p**** one mo' time
(I f***ed 'round and hit it)
And got caught up in
Big face honeys in my honey by the porch
Got some pains in my nipples, have to tell the b**** to shut
And you know I got it kicked by the mega
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
white enough
Everyone will know
That the tie I'm wearing
Is a symbol
Of how nimble mv mind will know
Ooh-ooh!
(swine suave!)
Look out!
Here he comes
Well, Cream was just a fabulous band, you know, once. If you saw them you didn't forget them, I mean, they were just three virtuosos at what they
constantly
That's what Kanye West keeps telling me, here's why
(Because I'm tacky)
Wear my Ed Hardy shirt with fluorescent orange pants
(Because I'm tacky)
I told em load up you know that the forty is coming we know that you notice us
Told her run up she wanna run up so I told her baby just run it up
I
me & kick it like Bruce
Yea I got the juice, so baby get loose
Uh, they ain't tell me I was this fly
I lived up to hype, & you just get by
Swish, can't
getting green
Banner to the bruce
Bruce to the wayne
Wayne to the moolah
I been getting paper
Trees to betula
Touch me imma sue ya
Send em to the gulag
I
'm on ten
Where the fuck you been, when I needed help
Roll that backwood up
Bitch I'm smoking strong needa check my health
I been pouring up by myself
Know I
shined like the sun
We became the last thirty-eight pages of 2001
I have both given and received effusive praise
So I know right away not to be easily
Bringing back music from the 80's to the 0's
Straight to the 20 20
Fuck knows
Probs gon be 5 recorded it 4 though
No ed type beat
It shows
Versatile
blood did pour.
I took her by her golden curls and drug her round and round,
Throwing(ed) her into the river that flows through Knoxville town.
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