Lyrics:
bigger
Won't even fit on my shoulder in a minute
I go get the money really do it for sport
Straight off the lot and it gotta be a sport
Alhamdilah all
intellectional expressium on yo' beloved's ignint face, de bitch gwine be contemplatin' a career of her own! see dat?
Look like she got her one good eye
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
I'm from John Borrow now I got a voice
Say I don't know pain cuz I ain't as feral I done seen how it destroy
When I was a boy
I wasn't good at a sport
the player $hort
Playing freaks like you is just a sport
I'm coming way too real and I can never be funny
Niggas like me just want your money
Give it up,
downtime and back
Life is always good
It's not an act we so fresh, so hood
You knew that it never would
Knew that it never would
Lakers, Dodgers,
Degree me
Degree me
Degree me
Degree me
Party at my place, tell your friend to bring a friend
Tonight we going up like B.o.B in 2010
(Airplanes)
Degree me
understood is overstood
You could be a bitch and a
Snitch and still rep the hood
Your bars are no good, we don't trust you
Not you, not one biff, you
Without any worries or regrets
That's the deal
So if you're ready
Let's get started
I guarantee you won't be disappointed
By the way we play
It's gonna be
[Originally by Bob Dylan]
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll,
the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine, where
the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine, where
of the tall gum trees is a mighty fine place to be
The land we call Australia is very big and wide
They say the heart is in the outback
And it is said with good
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
but also a friend of Bob’s.
Lingerie on mannequins turns me on no more,
either I’m growing up or I’m growing old, might as well be a bit of both.
Now
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
in the streets all I could do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in common I'm not a B.O.B
(Hold up) hustle hard and I'm hands-on I'm a good guy that
teeth like a visit from the dentist
Give him 22 shots to his back like he Harris
Yeah the team eating good shit we might be diabetic
Bitch I'm cooking in
at your door,
Be careful how you act and your mortality.
Salvation there is.....for everyone. Even movie stars!
Y'all be good now, ya hear?
[Intro]
*Jesus loves me, yes I know*
Our Father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
*For the Bible tells me
You were my angel
What happened to your wings
Girl I need you to fly
Oh you don't want to fly fuck you then
I thought they would be happy
To see me
song
When they pass by I bob my head along
I can't [?] but don't mind the aroma
If the deli out of [?] then I settle for corona
And I claim my spot
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
Brandon Miller
Yeah
Giving straps to killers
In the red with the dead
I'm a walking thriller
Keep the hammer by my side
Bitch I'm bob the builder
Heavy
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