Lyrics:
Kim be solo papi chulo
Wanna see me smile pop the Cristal
So I can get my drink on
And get skin deep on you creeps
Try-na do me by takin' me to a dinner
Nigga, you a clown, I can feel it by your gestures
I don't fuck with sideshow bobs, you a jester
No you're not a dog, you're a pet, bruh
Need
she be healin' that shit
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But
she be healin' that shit
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But
ball
We just wanna ball
We just wanna ball
We just wanna ball
Knowing that this life I’m living may end tonight
Sliced short by the knife of God
Cut
You can not D me, BB, you could not eat me.
I am never fucking with the VD.
Don't want clap so faggot can not freak me.
I want to be clean so wrap it
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
I'd rather kill you
Tool'll help me break 'em down like Bob the Builder
I can tell by the way you move you not a killer
Woadie wanna crash out, nigga
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Play by play
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Bitch better get
you would rather be covered
Hahaha
For this war paint!
I need you as a canvas for this war paint
I hope your body ready for this war paint
I wanna have
to the themes we've been exposed to
Hip hop is like the love that I proposed to
And be hopeful, your plans don't always go how they're supposed to
Here's a toast
her, she wanna have a menage a trois
I can tell by the bra [?]
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
We will fight when
as fuck, I can't hawk shit down in my G
Smart grind, blend in your whole 4G
Whippin' tips, no cheese
This gon' make them OD, but that's what they be wantin
My name is Kweli and I love to spit it homie
I rap about love and life, ladies get to know me
If you feelin' lonely, I can be your one and only
I put
and two stabs, you wanna be dead
You're playing fear, fear now you're shaking out of your mind
The only method you can do is by only by wasting time
You
A little talkin ain't been working guess I gotta' go deeper
Gotta' keep a weapon I swear this life be lethal
Add money to your mix and jealousy is
'm going all out
And that's word to my niece
Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live
my brain fried like shrimp
And refined like dip
And beelined like the whip
When I leave you and your bitch in a ditch
Bob and weave through the pain
like a Sega
Bag on your head from a pager
Aim at your bagel
Yeah, I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry for typos
Feel like I'm B.O.B, Yeah, I'm a psycho
Put
break
Your boy not dope the flows and you not hot neither
I'm going to keep hitting him with the tools until he ghost; Bob Villa
About me bra, act fishy
I go big, or go home
Gotta put it on the line
Till your chips all gone go big, or go home
Either climb to the top or
You sink like a stone go big,
backlash
Backshot, she got the ripple effect
It's two 10's and I can't help but slap that
Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet
Plan B, girly
clots
Bitch you got a only fans that is not a job
Lil boy you not a gangster you a bitch your name is Bob
HitEmUpTy gone up that drac I bet you get your
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