Lyrics:
Menthol Lights? I'm out"
"You're not smoking in my house
I just got new drapes!"
I guess I never said I'm gay
I figured they just knew it anyway
And I
the mic on standby from here on out
Nothing else that happened today
Mattered nothing can
Touch how happy I am my creativity
Is at an all-time high right
the world so comfortably
Lived in a garage with three other dudes, I slept by the Delta
We moved to a trailer, shared us a room but I couldn't take it
Rats in
that we weren't allowed in my parents' house. So I knock on the door and I said, I'm here with my boyfriend. And they wouldn't open the door. My mother
got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house
Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone
And the muthafuckin' bomb is in the muthafuckin'
like that in a theater before! how 'bout you, rhonda?
Rhonda:
You're a worm, harry. drop dead. god, you're disgusting! don't touch me! yuck! what is
is just one of my bitches
I don't care what you say
Cause I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't care what I'm sayin'
Punk-ass square ain't
kill a slow jam
Oh man, god damn
(Take it all you need me)
YB gang that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes mo cars
(Girls go wild)
(Make the girls go wild)
Hundred million dollars and we straight (and we straight)
Summer rush, yeah, I'ma house out on that
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
for the time being
My skills set is very serious, in fact
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's back
Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in
to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga
is a nightly occupation
I went to get a beer, felt a finger in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack
dare you try
Talking to God when I look in the sky
They wanna see me gone
In the field I'm by my lonely
I ain't even do nothing wrong
Niggas acting like
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
Turn the fuck up, or get the fuck out
These are my rules, you're in my house
This is my house, and it's my way
Or the high way, everyday is Friday
you see me bitch I grind more
And every time you see me I'm in grind mode
My dream is to make a million in a day
My dream is to make a mill by twelve
A cheer that smells of pine
A house that's filled with joy and laughter
The mistletoe says stand in line
Loneliness is what I've captured
Oh, but this
use to be po let me talk my shit
Nothing that h** ain't talm s***t
Fina build a house so I'm talking bout bricks
Use to be po let me talk my s***
ON THESE RHYMES
GET YOUR HANDS UP OUT MY POCKET BITCH, PAY ME FOR MY TIME
SEE I WALK IT LIKE I TALK IT, THAT'S A STRAIGHT AND NARROW LINE
YEAH, MY NAME IS
spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink
Running through that bitch like it's my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherfuckers, all
forever
Without a pedestal my name will shine bright with the Stars in sky
Ooh ooh yeah yeah
Siphila kulomhlaba ngoba kuyintando yakho
We are nothing
know you ain't heard from me in a while
Need time to myself to think straight
Go by the name of Jymahl The Great
Started walking with faith despite my
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