Lyrics:
her out
Put the hook on her, now she got love in the south
I got some purp' on me now
Stacking the Styrofoams up by the door
They don't let me back
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes barely legible
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my
on the first date
I pop a bottle with her on her birthday and tell her ass "get on!"
Disrespect my chick, that type of shit'll get you spit on
I don't hit
thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a prince
You gotta kiss some
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
F- that sh-, bi-
Give up my d-
the Beamer (oh-oh)
I put that girl in a P1 (oh-oh)
She make a mess then she clean up (oh yeah)
She call her friend, her name Tina
I turn that shit
hit from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low by the
Time that one was through
She was in Korea, Vietnam
She went
I'm in yo' kidneys
Ain't no disrespect to Jigga, met through Nipsey, that's my nigga
Don't know if they into swingin', Beyonce need to let me hit her
to her
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
The Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango (Mambo Cha Cha Cha)
-Artist: Pat Boone from "Pat Boone's Greatest Hits"-Dot DLP 25455
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tonight,
Give me the key to that Beamer,
She looked at me and laughed,
Started shakin her ass,
She said her brother just came home
From the jungle
Eh
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
Answer while I'm puffin' my green
It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
I caught a flashback of her askin' me was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
She offered me
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A piece furniture, egg beater, thermos
sinnin', I'm winnin' (winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her "stay
God given
This is hard livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc
leave when she hit this town
Hoping she stick with' me and don't ever have to ghosy me again
When time come 'round
Snow bunny
Double R inside her
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and niggas need summer
At times my
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