Lyrics:
the leeches I can handle
The bond is broke now, I believe it's gettin' trampled
Gotta pick up your pants, wear your creases like a man do
I really don't know
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
That's when it hurts
Yeah, oh, oh, yeah
That's when it hurts, ooh
You don't kiss me like you used to do
You don't miss me, darling
Darling,
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't wear no Timbo
I kick it any tempo
I'm lifted off the indo
I'm
didn't you know it was like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
Don't come to an O.G., with that 'he said she said'
Bitch, hit the freeway,
I can feel it cutting the air yelling mayday
Bleeding through the era you can't stop us better make way
Cutting off the fat we coming chiseled we
in they first video
YouTube don't lie, sort it like numbers
I been gettin' money for the past eight summers
Bought a Benz all cash, ho picked up
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
baby
Now let me get into it and do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the jewish
Garbage man i'll be dumpin
And I eat beef but the cow eat
Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was shame
(Huh?)
She lowkey fat, she must've thought her hair was edible (Damn!)
Bruce looks like Jackie Robinson tryna hit a grand slam
He got ass thrown on him by
here, over here
Over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis
how a nigga fukin
Ask my old girl
And I know you get distracted
By this pole girl
Yea this dick change ya life
It took yo soul girl
You releave all
he doing fine
Kill and go to jail, do life without no bail, it's what I'll do for mine
No, I'm not anti, but my race, what I stand by, but it's our
If you don't believe me just stroll
with your gold fat rings and links
And they'll be fuckin with your head like the riddle of the sphinx
Question
team packing up a cone and then we do a twist
Joey making beats all night you know I'm doing this
I downloaded fruity loop now every night I open it
where I can hideaway
Oh shit, I believe in yesterday (yesterday)
That was the Beatles, I'm just keeping it real
Hold up, wait, dude how do you feel?
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
on in the slums
We want the whole cake, n**** - we don't want no crums
Stupid s*** - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our s*** tight b****es done
Never getting it twisted
RIP to WICKED
Memories flash so fast
Thinking back at fantasy
Passing by eachother sides
Seein you cheese at me
Throwing up that
I don't even know what day it is
I don't even know what day it is
I wake up and go on to work
If my neighbours my neighbours don't do it first
Nah
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was
cupid
Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Get it? No? Think about it
The game is bad,
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