Lyrics:
on that till when our mothers pull that cover off, pussy
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"
Niggas talk behind
Got off my ass and I'm on my grind in still hustlin
If u lost it but can't get it back you ain't a real hustler
They buyin wat I'm selling yea I got
the head
I bend the fatty over and then I gotta (w-work the bitch)
Uh, a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard, what
After kickin' it with Bishop
Scotti Nick wake Up Everybody get Over
Written by Madonna Ciccone and Stephen Bray
You get under my skin when I'm next to you
Get over every little
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my
a hooper
Stephen Curry I’m a shooter
I’ll let you in on a secret homie rhythm is rhythm
When its real you gone feel em I come from down by the river
When I
man
Gotta start this shit over
I'm licking my fingers
I'm getting i got 100 dollar bills, for real
Nigga all I'mma do is this man
You hear that sound in
good that time!
Say, do you remember when I broke in Larry's house
Late at night and tied his mouth with a rag
Then I dragged him by his ankles
Remember that one time I bit you on the arm
I'm just afraid of solitude of being alone
I want to be at your house right now
Make you stand by
(Hmm, so tell me about your mother)
Doctor, doctor
Could you please just give me somethin' for the state I'm in
I'm having trouble and society
love, a bad love gone good
A bad moon's coming over my shoulder
A good love in the pale blue night
I'm holding on to you in a brand new light
I
Moral
Noun
A rule you live by even if no one's around
Moral
Oh, adjective
Having a soul to balance one's words and deeds
And living by one's
And loved by me
I'm gonna move on the floor with my sweet young thing
Down, down, down we go till I reach the bottom
Of our soul with this is music
Wildcat Kelly, lookin' mighty pale
Was standin' by the Sherriff's side
And when that Sherriff said, "I'm sending you to jail"
Wildcat raised his
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand, only
Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking
You don't want no problem
Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in
of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws lived by the side
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
bend the fatty over
And then I gotta w-w-work the bitch
A pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard, what?
After kickin' it with Bishop and Snoop
I
drops over the massive attack
I only make hits like I work with a racket and bat
Look at my jacket and hat so so berserk
So down to earth I'm bringing
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
the piece to the puzzle, so i'm never dipping, till you gone like shuttles, i been here since days we were playing in the puddles, cuz i'm your inner child
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