Lyrics:
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
with money, fuck a tissue, uh
I can't walk with you, they say you ran through, uh
Bad vibes put me in a bad mood, uh
Mob ties, I be with the gang too,
I feel lovely
To live in a bachelors pad
I feel lucky
But its not my choice to feel bad
Its not weary
No matter how sad that I roll
Cause here by
Pussy ass nigga, I could never be you (I could never be you)
'Cause you broke (broke)
Ride 'round town, two niggas, three chops (chops)
Who want
If you don't know the movies
I ninja vanish
Michael Dudikoff
I get super low
I get super lost
I be super cool
Like a super boss
Say they super bad
But
and that's to set it -
Off, and show you motherfuckers who's boss
I don't play games, I just cock the thang
Squeeze the trigger twice and I'll blow out ya
Rawr, rawr, like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' (that's right, let's go)
I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick
one for a minute now
All y'all lil' niggas need to simmer down
Shut the fuck up, I'm the one that's killing now
Take a look who on top
and tok, make it clap, bravo (yeah)
She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak til the morn'
With the late-night lovin' got me tryna call on ya (late)
Fuck your
Hey I'm Mr What's-His-Face
Got all the big girls hugging on my waist
Hey I'm Mr What's-His-Face
I can sing any song by Ace of Base
Yeah I'm Mr Johnny
I hang wit' murderers
I hang wit'
I hang wit'
Ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
We done put
When I’m gon’ sippin’ on patron
Yeah, I’m gon’
I got two bad bitches yeah they on
Yeah, I’m on
Counting everday money
Counting racks every mutha fuckin’
bitch make her ass get low
Niggas be snitching I can't fuck with rats
If you did it you did it lil nigga that's a fact
Shit I got a bad temper gotta watch
switch
'Cause they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in
Just rap and take my niggas
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
everlastin
that is, if ya ride wit me, ya better be down to die wit me
so finally
we strive to be
some ballin ass mutha fuckaz who is known internationally
in the room dim lit
And I'm feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit
Slow it down
Down down down (Hey Mr. DJ)
Down down down
So she can
The professor of rhymes,
Mr Dexter met Lecter and had one hell of a time
A devil disguised, lies!
You can tell that I'm high by my festival eyes.
Festival
in the room dim lit
And I'm feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit
Slow it down
Down down down (Hey Mr. DJ)
Down down down
So she can
change who the f**k you are
You's a motherf**king nigga for life
[Goldie Loc]
It's all sowed up, in the LBC
b***hes breakin bread when they see the lil
Rawr, rawr, like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' (that's right, let's go)
I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick
teddy bend her ass down
I be like como si llama, lil' mama mi llamo pain, what is yo name
I'm feelin' yo vibe
And I'm hopin' you feel the same
I'm a wink
it'll really get me up if I could be suckin your
Seratonin.
Id rather just die than inflict any pain on somebody who truly put trusted me.
Better yet I
wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used
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