Lyrics:
Leaving some scars
Knuckle fighting in your yard (Hrrrmm)
You know it's Cape Stain we doing it hard
She give me head until she go retard
Fascinated ya she
a second thought
And put in the grinder
You'd do the same! or not?
I used my hands the way she did
While making the holy brew
My palms were burning, I
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
twist?... picture this, and imagine… the description, of a perfect companion… everything you could ever ask for… held right in the palm of your hand… only
overwhelmed by
All the weight of the world
And you want
To do it alone
Just hold out your hand
I'll reach right back to you and
Give you mine too
Feels like
Fu-Gee-La
[CLEF:]
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
of all we've seen
In the palm of our hands, there lies the secrets
Like grains of sand
I do declare right where I stand
We are at the dawning of no night
right in my palm
I promised to never leave you
I'll never forsake you
You pleaded for me to feed you
But I had to break you
Mama died marriage failed
You
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
man,
cause in the palm of my hand, had everything I dream for and more,
and you know that i'm down for yours forever in life,
the reason i made you my
just tryna show the world who I am (who I am)
I got the world in the palm of my hand (the palm of my hand)
Spin it on my finger pick a spot then we fly
When life gives you lemons
Make lemonade
Make stepping stones from your stumbling blocks
I want this moment, this day
To lie in the palm of my hand
the seeds
A new breed coach seeds
Supply power others throw
Salt in the game let ‘em
Roast like they’re sunflowers
Hail gun power, sparks I sneeze
Your style
or the Weekend
Milli Vanilli, you're snowed in weeded
Fuck Informer, these pundits beaten
Ink on your hands? Suck Trudeau's penis
Queefing is how you be speaking
baby that your heart was in good hands, take it all the way, going all state
Butterflies arise
Mesmerized by the way you say my name
Your smile lights up
Get a beauty like you
In the palm of his hands
The time that I spend
And I'm spending with you
Every day
Turned me to a better man
I appreciate you
Just
right, their get nice, they get by (oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
You want your thrill and I want
where the dirt stay
Got me out her really searching for the right way
Living in the futures good cuz the past fake
Palm trees burning
Uh
World keeps
to die
So get the money nigga!
I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you
You're a well-paid scientist, you only talk in facts
You know you're always right
'Cause you know how to prove it, step-by-step
PhD to show you're
Racks in the bank cut like a shank
Who savin hoes don't come with a cape
Straight out a zoo wearin no bapes
Live outerspace hands on her waist
She
of a friend
Redesign your walk in the palm of my hand
Looking at the stars from the hood of your car
Running out of gas but with you I’m never far
From where I
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