Lyrics:
broken - it don't work no more
The radio is broken - it don't work no more
The lovely Lisa Kranston:
(Her father invented the secred
Fuel (that's right)
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
I'm too thirsty give me a beer make it duff
This sport is full contact yet I'm playing to rough
Your girl is too full believe me she's stuffed
Please
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
People talkin', think I'm alright
Think I'm doin' fine
Goin' through the motioms of my life
Go to work now, every mornin'
Yeah, I play the part
my shoes, I made her my favorite (tie my shoes)
Everything we did exclusive, ain't no way fakin' it (everything exclusive)
Fifty million on one play
trillion (no one on the corner)
Ayo, I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even gotta question
the count nigga you must be kidding me
I need a bitch give brain not hilary
I need a backwood smoke all the enemies
I roll a fat wood don't do the skimpy's
Hey, yeah
Mmmhm
If I saw I had a gun to my head
Would you fight or would you just play dead?
If we ain't got no food, ain't got no bread
Will
Every evening, when all my day's work is through
I call my baby, and ask him what shall we do
I mention movies, but he don't seem to dig that
play? (You wanna play? You wanna play?)
She’s a flirt (Flirt)
They’re all the same (All the same)
Daze by fireworks
She wanna play (Boom)
You wanna play
over there
The crowd is live and I pursue this groove
Party people in the house
Move (make you feel right)
Groove (work me all night)
Come
and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm one hundred like a fastball
It's Carter Four, yeah, ugh
(I'm going back in man, yeah)
We get fuck y'all money, how
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
couch god on my shirt
Swerve hit your block and then I purge
Bag alert
Bag of perp
Grind it up
Bag of dirt
Cmc couch god not in church
All these bitches
around here, you know what I'm sayin'?
A woman can't do nothin' no more, man
We've got to let the fellas know what they can do for us]
get down to the business
Down to the business
Down to the business of love
I play by your rules keep it cool
Long as the time soon comes
Have no
tone and that third trombone has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please, preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
Racking numbers like facetime
Arrest a mother fucker because of all of his hate crimes
So he's the new authority
We looking up to him though Hilary got
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
your body and your spirit
When you listen to the rhythm (come on)
It's the abstract Will's on the beat
Women all around the globe, the world
You got
on you
If you all by yourself, ah ah ah, say it
I don't need no friends, I don't need no foes
I'ma drink my Henn, and choke all out the door
Now everybody
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
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