Lyrics:
a love letter,
when I finished the note, it was ready to pass,
the teacher took it, and read it right in front of the class,
she read it word-by
In the penthouse with my boy Snow
Picked up by my bootstraps
Now I'm rich and I'm selling like bricks at my shows yo
Hash-Browns irrelevant getting
up, took your Mrs and your man
I got her on the phone
Got married in the Lamb'
She talk behind ya' back
She said you was a corny nigga
Now you cropped
doesn't work, you better use your real Kung Fu
Yeah, ayo, she want a thug, not the lawyer type
A golden boy to promote it right, sorta like a ill De La
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
thug, love
[Angie - over end of hook]
Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with
Ms oprah, Mr cosby
I am right back at your ass
With all honor, Mr obama
Please don't walk out so fast
I got a question, got a question
Got a question
Mr. Get Out On Feet (21)
He try to run through the cut
Boy, where you going?
Get hawked down the street (21)
Glock with a switch hit a nigga with
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
away the key, boys
Mr. Jones is not like you or me
Lock him up, tight
'Cause if he had the chance he might
Show us that we're wrong and that's the one
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
up high
He said
Son, you don't have to be scared
"Cause I'm right by your side, I'm
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
you won't play around
No, no not with my heart
And when your boys come around
No, you're not disrespecting me
And not trying to be, "Mr
bathing suit
And told her try it
Replied, while with these light brown eyes
I'm shopping for a lady friend about your size
She put it on so I paid for
Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
I said
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner
Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand,
the ground like Jake Brown
I sent the opps fifty feet
Water
Catch a opp, then exercise the 2nd amendment right that I don't have
Life a highway, I drive
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