Lyrics:
Said a couple things to you
Got another thing or two
On paper girl you my type
Lil gamer with a mix yeah that's right
And you known I'm weak for
We all been tried by them hoes in blue
And not just once way more than two
Sandra Bland, Bri Taylor we miss you
Countless lies can you recognize
you know she a 10
Backback boyz white guav in the spliff
If I up that chop, slim chance I miss
Me and the bros go back like sour and piff
Even though we
was fiesta.
I-I-I-I-I-I-I!
When he turned the light down low
he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so."
I was a forced, forced to remove myself
different directions
Affection or anger
Reflections will change ya
From Boyz 2 Men like Wanya
Shawn and them born to win
Cause a nigga got a lot to lose
And I
a hurry, I had so much left to say
I was just passing by, thought I'd stop and say hi
And that I miss you, Happy Mother's Day
The two of you said I do July
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I'ma pour my heart out on this one
Yeah I'ma speak my mind
And I know, I can't mix that fly shit with this cry shit
But I'ma give
he left no jaded witnesses
Rappers suck, when they spit I doubt 'em
The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the fuckin' shit out 'em
Psht, time
from day one
Official Queen's nigga; be a Lost Boy till my death
Until I breathe my mothafuckin' last breath
[Chorus x 2]
Eh, yo, from boyz to men
from day one
Official Queen's nigga; be a Lost Boy till my death
Until I breathe my mothafuckin' last breath
[Chorus x 2]
Eh, yo, from boyz to men
fly
Money stackin high, got it lookin like a money sky
Jam rag by your thigh, (ha ha!) baby youse a bloody lie
I don't care what they show you OR they
bad wolf in booth fuck yo top three
Simple man I like my bitches brown and my dollars blue
Real player pimp you know I gotta keep a jock or two
Fuckin
A hell yep
They asked me for a catchphrase
I didn't miss a step
If their story's kind of boring
you can tell them: "Hell Yep"
Hell Yep!
Knock me down
Made from scratch meant you did more than mix it
After ninety-two years, her eyes were still clear
And her tongue was as sharp as a switch
But her mind
the Grinch
Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth
While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot
When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch
junkie, I just poured me a eight in
Surrounded by apes, you would think I'm on bape shit
I hate being sober, cause that's when I'm anxious
Pop a perky baby,
stock in astrology
It's Men II Boyz and Women II Girlz, that's regression in the fifth dimension
Ease the tension by taking a break, of the internet bars
nigga step she say Hot Boyz make her melt
I'm Michael Phelps diamonds water so she wet
I'm too far to catch they was too slow they got left
Bitch I'm 2
What would it be if I didn't
Do something for my mother?
I'm on it, you know what I'm saying?
Yup, all the mothers, my mother, your mother
Right
to these hoes, they always gon' miss me
Wisdom of solid men, I'm always gon' listen
Saint Michael and Saint Jermaine always protect me (protect)
It's
Like you glued onto silence
But due to all the violence I
Keep burners in the mix
Cause I'd be tried by twelve
Cons carried by six
If you followed all
don’t lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo’s gaff
(skurting ay)
2 2 gyal getting moved by 2 2 man
(2 2 man ay) come off the decks if you
Can’t mix
vibes
Bury juice I want to cry
Jahseh Jared miss those guys
Too bad drugs don't apologize
Neither does the nine
Or the time
Pass you by
Just to make
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
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