Lyrics:
his penicillin
See I'm a addict takin' drugs, that give me quite a thrill
Diana Ross and lady's sing the blues got me poppin' pills
But it get worse,
still stay in da trap
All them long nights tryna push a quarter pack
Its alright, you should know I always got your back
I got purple in my eyes, I don't
up doing you dirty
Oh my God yea on God
Y'all be fronting this is fraud
Way y'all cappin' y'all got talent
No Bob Ross this is art
Y'all be lying just
bluff where the snow at.
And I’m a real OG uh Huh uh Huh.
You know the gangs all here
Keep big straps let them bang out here
Diana Ross all in my clip
Peaked at # 2 in 1940, with competing versions by Dinah Shore at # 17 and by Bobby Byrne
at # 19
Later charted by Perry Como (duet with Eddie
ready get set, cause here I go
I knew the land, of Rappersville
Castle on a mount called Sugar Hill
Like Diana Ross said loud and clear:
"This is my
got a chopper sing Diana Ross
Like Bossman Dlow I pay the price to be the boss
Yeah, yeah
Is you mad that I'm eating, or you mad that you not
Couple
to God without jumping through a hula
He told us to do business till He comes, He's the boss
So I won't stop, in the name of love, Diana Ross
Jesus is
make time for you
The woman of my dreams she rocking Celine
Remind me of Diana Ross cause you know
You’re supreme (uh)
Dinner for 2 we
Gold digging in my wallet
You better holler at Ross
I'm not copping them all, I'm still shopping at Ross
Still tryna spend a little bit of Mark
flooded the net you act like we in a drought
Coming out like Diana Ross singing about
What she wanted the world the know he ain't a slouch
Look nigga we
should have a cane on me, oh
Call the lever, dog, I'm moving like Escobar
For all you niggas still asleep, I'm bout to give you extra bars
While I flex
"What are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna record all the noise."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Well, you know, actually, right here in this neighborhood, we
Don't have
told you all
about, remember? By the way, it was Nassau Bahamas and not Jersey where the Traveller's rest was, see!
So, there we were, standing
the savanna
And I'll be here
It might be years with this lion
Her name is Diana
All that I wanted to say
Is that I called you on Monday
Stuck right here by
And if you don't, you get sporadic
Mad at the people
Trying to keep you from
Winding up inside a casket
Just try to mask it
Cover it up
By wearing
If you ain't gon Bang out
I know he not planning on popping shit
Lord watch all my niggas they juggin shit
I just might cut the bitch off
Don't get in
Tonight I'm holding on so tight
To my confession
Defined by hidden light
You're my obsession
Don't want to let you go
Until we both drown
In
it's real until you see how much the hall 'll cost
And I can't pay for King Sunny Ade or Queen Diana Ross
Destination wedding, pull up in Texas like
be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
I gotta,
bad
And by your movement no say that you want me bad
but omo Loro
Susana
Way won take away my manners
Dey for the back of the car now
Still won chop all
opium, opprobrium, venom succumb my wisdom
They only smiling with us 'cause we on the top tier
When you slump, they all vacate and leave you in tears
And the Glock it love to sing
So I'm finna Diana Ross it
How could you dub yourself my brother
Just to get dubbed you lost me
I got a LMG for all my enemies
I'm your baby
Keep saying I'm crazy
But all of these names don't phase me
I don't really care how I'm coming across
I'm starting a dynasty Diana Ross
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