Lyrics:
(That's some gangsta shit)
Check the original, y'all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, it's insane
Motherfuckers love me
Young ass niggas
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
gonna kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well
leavin', so pretty
One day, yeah, I'ma do fashion shows, I'ma walk away, can't fix it, bring it home
Girl by my side, I ain't alone, yeah, she one
'Twas the night before December, and all through the house
Not one bird was flapping - not even a bad one
Our socks were hung up by the chimney with
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got
It like that but peep
I be fuckin' hoes
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
She make it clap, clap
Yo
She make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap
Go, Jas
(It's you)
It's me, it's me
Baldy, not anymore
Got a duey
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
Payday
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Yeah
This ain't,this ain't really no rap shit coming from me this some ol pimp shit, that ol strip club, turn the sirens
Domination of Ali and Iron Mike on the flow
Only difference between me and mike is the slug
I'll never get knocked out by a busta... get it
I've combined
a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off your slab, it's far from me
To push a nigga over the brink
Over the edge especially if
the fuck the mailman
But I be on my sock, it be on the sc-scale man
Yuh, call me bitch, I'm up
Where the bitches up ey
Where the bitch, what's up
Sick on em
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
I keep the flame on me
I got the gang on me
By myself keep that thing on me
How the fuck could you change on me?
They flipped like a whopper
But
And when it comes to rhyming
M&m is kind of like me, just backwards
And in fact if you spell the alphabets
That's up in his name like that (Backwards)
Then
it with a pound
This a dope ass sound, and I'm not playin' round
But I play on downs, 4 downs
You ain't gotta hold me down, do it by myself
You ain't
drank
Come fly by me, I want a lil face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle,
at me, this one's been cooking all week!
Usnavi, come over for dinner
There's plenty to eat!
So then Yesenia walks in the room
Aha
She
your eyes closed by those blinds tho
I’ve been perfecting on my flow
You saying that I’m slow?
That there’s no redeeming qualities at all in me
So
right behind the main opp
Me and Bobby used to share socks
Dukes trippin’ but you can’t stop
Gotta get it till ya heart drop
Hunzy Hunzy you my mlatt
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