Lyrics:
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
mouth, and show me love, bitch
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you
scream my name
I like the girls that don't say, "what?," know that she fine
Always knows her line, because she knows she's a dime
Put her on platinum
of bitches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of bitches, Balmain buy a few
Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels
All these racks think I sell dog foods
I
like I came from Iraq (On God)
You made it from the gutter, then I'm tippin' my hat (I am)
Don't go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC (Brrah)
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
I lost a Lear, no bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck
Stop playin', lil' bitty boy, you a dub
He ain't YSL, nigga, he ain't in the hut
I
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
loins
And uncontrollable urge to say the number n9ne
And women attempting to go ass to mouth
Use only as directed, Big Krizz Kaliko now included
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
jaw diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it,
or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
Pump seventeen
recreation but I'm good in the bed (good in the bed)
Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!)
My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low!)
But I don't wanna
To know her he wanted to buy her
A hot dog or a big soft
Pretzel "Can I take you to lunch?" he
Asked "Oh, you don't owe me anything
" she replied "Besides I
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
need me a fast whip talking skat
Better watch your mouth when you talk about that GAT
She give good brain you hear by the gag
Brown skin colour yeah she
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
a blunt in my mouth
Big titties in my hand
Look up where the clouds are
Dub O N T
A C C E
P T D E
F E A T
L O S E
There's no draws with me
That's a law for
gal that wears her hair up high
The fellers all whistle when she walks by
Why don't you mind your own business (mind your own business)
Yeah mind
going up
We got real ones they gonna come and get you for a dub
We don't really give a fuck what your gang throwing up
When them bullets come flying by
there's nothing to do but walk
(walk it off pop).
And when I don't care to listen there's nothing to do but talk
(keep you big mouth shut).
When I'm
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