Lyrics:
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Pills scatter on the floor
Tell your baby mama that I want some more
I got some surprises in store
I'm a rapper so you know I name the car by
Nwaoma anyi no set by set ah
Hookie bitches love me with this racks
Love em sucking my dick with all this clappy ass
Doggy style on me bitch you are
Masked up in the car, just like MF DOOM
Kicked down the door, and now I'm on the dash
Mind like Yak, tunnel vision to the cash
Shitty diaper like a baby
some grands
Have sex with hot ladies who got big cans
Big Shug baby, don of Murdapan
With 40 cars, got 40 scars
Got it in smash, spit 40 bars
For all
[Intro: Missy Elliott]
Oohhh... This that fire! Ghostface and Missy
[Ghostface Killah]
Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big
I give it to her
for 30 minutes
It's been five hours, man, what's goi'
Yeah, shut your fuckin' mouth, ya fuckwit, before I fuckin' bash ya!
Man, what the fuck are you
it's a shame
Real ass bitch they ain't Solid as me
Team on my back cause it's No I in we
This the alarm I heard they Was sleep don't run by Yaself cause
undressed you, only to sex you
Gave you the dick and it must have impressed you
(Man you shiesty ass niggas fucking make me sick
I wish I would have
[Chorus 2X:]
I'm at Dope House smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out
Doin tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He chocked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo
minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever I glade
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Ass so fat you could put a kitchen table on it
Bitch so bad there's no need to put a label on it
Dick's so sad because all his friends went
fuck with a real nigga baby come fuck with a real nigga x2
Verse
Ian never did no 3rd place 2nd place knoll I alwAys had 2 be the one
I'm lil ass
[Intro:]
Can I talk to why'all for a minute
See the game has become a lil twisted
See you gotta cat like me imma east coast playa
Str8 from up
When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth
It's the curse
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby, do the math
[Intro: Kid Capri]
Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby
Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby, whoa
Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
a cannibal
By the way she eat this dick
These bitch ass niggas
Really think they fuckin' slick
These bitch ass niggas
Really think they fuckin' slick
These
if yo ass ain't know by now I hits the scenery
so cleanery, sittin on chrome eighteeneries
I smoke a beedie, a tampa to the wood
mainly what I write
Intro Part One: Method Man
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
[Torture nigga what?]
What?
I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
with
C-c-c-crazy (crazy) get your ass in my bed
Baby, you’ll be just my summer boyfriend
(Summerboy)
Let’s get lost, you can take me home
Somewhere nice, we can be
the shoes McQueen (wow)
You be tryin' too hard not to watch my stories
I was shakin' this ass, better not report me
I'm close by even though it's hard
stop me no
(Second Verse)
Yeah man I’m gettin fuckin sick up on these tracks
I splack cats with they half ass written wack raps
Used to dream of this
All this ass in a party, I'm tryna wang that shit
Told lil' baby do a split, I bet I tame that shit
Baby troop around this bitch lookin' hella thick
the dick and it must have impressed you
(Man you shiesty ass niggas fucking make me sick
I wish I would have known, I would of asked you to lick my clit
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