Lyrics:
with hoes, nigga, get you one
If player-hatin' was a sport you would be number one
If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself
If that dope A1 then
definitely be sorry
'Cause you treat your man the wrong way-ay-ay-ay
Play your fiddle Carl, yeah, ah-ah
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
cash be always stacking
Treat my screen like a shield
Always cracking, need some heals
What's good, what's bad
Took damage to the fall
Did Geo get
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
NICKATINA
I'm Serious, like Steady be
I dip a Cadillac like Freddy be
I talk to these ladies like Schooly D
Cause I can't have these ladies foolin'
all in a daze
With the wild funk blaze
Good grief
One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now
Step by step now, where your rap now
I kick
dunks
Let our balls show to be a good sport
If your offended that's your problem
You shouldn't have been looking at my swag ass shorts
I don't blame you
bro’s
Me and my
Flood the scene
3000 Degrees, yeah
Outkast when i drop these BOB’s
Yeah
SOB’s
Don’t forget to breathe
AMG
Microphone fiends, yeah
Aye
I
of the young and broke and bold
Nowadays I'm mostly motivated by gold (cha-ching)
So I'm only getting painted if I'm paid in tenfold
You call me a sellout I
of this life of mine
You see, the lady I choose must like to cool
In a freak's cut bikini by the pool
Havin' good times, that's what we'll be doin'
need
You don't have to leave
You can stay at my house, I aims to please
Just relax and breathe
You deserve attention, I'm what you need
Good love,
And the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken
The music goes all night
And it goes.
If I were Bob Marley, I'd say "Could you be loved?"
Bolton
32 years
600 miles from his home
Died in his car
On the 12th of July
Cause of his death still unknown
Seems to be a good season
For a summer cold
Yeah good gas in this bitch for sho
No face no case no face no case shh yeah yeah yeah
Sosa G K.O.T.M nigga
Let's go
Where I'm from trappin' a sport
Uh, big man on campus, ooff
My big brother, was good brother?
Used to be me and you, brother
How you doing brother?
How's your family, and your
I hardly even rap no more I just slang pens and keychains
That say names of these assholes' stores
Bob you know I got something good for you
And I'ma
from a fight
Knock ya teeth in
Bob almighty he be selfish with the wop
I'm too needy
She told me that that thang smell good
Call it peachy
She said she
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
..."fucking anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???" Fuck! Uhhhhh! By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin totally fucked. Because I'm
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
Her: Hey Ants
Ants: How you doing beautiful you alright?
Her: I'm good how are you ?
Ants: I'm good thank you
I want you to hear something real quick
Can't say her name but we were two
I grabbed her waist and we would move
And then one day we were thru
And by the way I must be true
Cause all
to waste
I buckled down to work, ended up unbuckling pants
Quarantine feeling like a prison
So you know a nigga need some visits
I should be repenting, but
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
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