Lyrics:
Scared, ain't none of them prepared, I could see
Promise I'ma get them commas before I decease
I never want it to ever be over
I'm out in Philly, I
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story "True Romance"
Mary Magdalene from a pole
I'ma put this on
When he see me in this
Suit, I'ma get me some, hey
Mission two: gotta make that call
Tell 'em get the bottles popping
When they play my
More than I've ever had to have it before
And I'm trying t put my bid in for sure (for sure)
I'm trying to get by your side
Before you get up outta
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point
a bastard, come here, baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don't like none of you
acting vampire
fire arises from crumbling floor
nothing will ever grow
green lands will die the drought is hard
it hits you by surprise
desertic wind
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up
Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen
town, you send him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around
But I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown
I
('lago)
Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down
the competition by landslide
Neighborhood supa star in my swag high
Take a nigga bitch, put him on stand by
And if he ever ask me hold my head high
I'ma take
she really hot, your career is a fluke
I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen
Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again
As sure I am
bang! bang! (that's what I showed her)
Hey! make way for the drill team!
Hey! and the party we will bring!
Hey! make way for the drill team!
She ain't
When I pull up to the scene ill be yelling howdy
Howdy, howdy, hey how ya doin ma'am
Rollin' like a tumbleweed my whole crew around me
Howdy, howdy,
the big boy Presidential Suite
Bet you can't guess who there? (Nigga, guess who there)
And I got like four or five freaks (hey, hey)
Sellin' Molly
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever
where we stand by popular demand
Let's have a hand for the 4 man band
Other MC's in the dust trailin
We got quick on the horns just wailin around
So if
Jump in the six-four, sittin' on D
Spit a few caps at my enemies
Please, freeze, there's a new sheriff in town
Livin' in the projects, Dogg Pound
(Mimi, Latto)
Got that real big energy (DJ Khaled)
Hey, daddy, when you gon' stop playin'?
(Another one)
Bad chick, I could be your fantasy
I can
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
it's not
So just relax
No more worries, you got this, just keep at it 'till the days have gone by
Do you remember the times, each lab, every 4.4
the party and doing their dance
Hey there, little ants, marchin' one by one
Do you ever stay and join the picnic fun
Marching, marching, one by one
The picnic
Hey, you, yeah, I'm talkin' to you
Get over here, I said get over here
Gutter chump, ahaha
You know they say that money is the root of all evil
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