Lyrics:
real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
itch
Here's the stitch
Lower your voice and quit
Your complaining, it's a no brainer (Haha)
Where am I taking this? Man I don't know
If I keep
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
spreadin' holiday fear (look out)
I'm the nightmare before Christmas (yuh)
All them fake spooky girls keep your distance (yuh)
Put your hands together if you
the door
Wish on 3 hail Mary's
I'm coming for your soul
Fuck the fame fuck the money
I need another body
This one too weak for my plan
It's dying on me
Like
It's some women calling I ignore
You see the score up on the board
We got some heads all on the board
Throwin' darts all at the board
Call your girl when
the hairy twat with the Virgin Mary's ovaries
They choke up like their throats cut when I show up
To keep the competition (win-free | Winfrey) like Oprah
that’s a understatement
Tired of you trying fill my head with these fucking false allegations
Soon as we linked up I promise made love with your body
stocked up with grammies
Stashed in my dacks, attached to that Mary
But now they can't stand me
Back to the trap, you won't find me there G
Down
Keep your memories alive for years
Ok so It's my time don't lie
Been waiting now bitch let's ride
Put them j's up to the sky
Let the smoke into my mind
keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both
keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both
ruined me
Mary J oh, it's just those rainy days, all these drugs still don't take the pain away
Feel like God just tryna take my gang away, I was stuck up
no get pikin try to get me
Try to get me please
I need some honesty
I need some honesty
Honesty
Ah Tec had the Mary J so we rolled one up
That's like
no get pikin try to get me
Try to get me please
I need some honesty
I need some honesty
Honesty
Ah Tec had the Mary J so we rolled one up
That's like
Keep your head up (D plat
J veerman j keizer
J tuijp)
When Cupid's arrows lose their
Way towards your heart
And you feel mad they've let you down
women really love me
Cause I'm gettin' that guap
Got the city on lock, got the city on fire
And I am the fresh prince nigga
Bow to your highness
Keep
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
Marquee made the beat
We on the way up
Keep your head on the swivel
When you get your cake up
Charge with the king
Legendary battles end with one
powder or dip water every day
But, bitch, you don't even got a place to stay
Family fair's a check, bitch must think she Mary J
Blah, I ain't hear a shit
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
better than
You know tha king of late night, Yeah Dave Letterman
Not to hilarious jokes kinda plain
But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary
bread
That’s like being an honors student in special ed
That’s like run and tell Mary to make some deviled eggs
And telling a Jack in a Box to keep
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