Lyrics:
spun, let's have fun
I like to have fun by the ton
Roads, places, avenues, streets
I'll walk a mile for a funky beat
I put these words in a special order
video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap,
Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
(you're such a Barbie)
Na-na, na-na-na-na (yo, Mariah)
I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church, he was sneakin' with
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll
I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
help me, no one can
I can feel these curtains closin'
I go to open 'em
But something pulls 'em closed again
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Feels
nigga, here we go again
Jill left the door wide open, so I'm goin' in, (let's go)
Through a bedroom I could see my momma tears, (tears)
All I smell is
Him above
It's Christmas time again and now you're home
Your family is here so you will never be alone
So tonight before you go to sleep, I'll hold
on Friday
(With you)
And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday
(With you)
Standing here throwing them songs at me
Somebody pray for me
I wish
stuffed (Let’s go)
Came from the mud, now I ball like a Buck
Splash, drip, water my arm
I took a Patek and filled it with rocks
My momma hate that I keep me
LIV on Sunday like a church (yeah, ah, preach)
Just bought my niggas some 'caine, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much
nowhere to kick it
I guess five bucks aint enough on it
I guess i do gotta lie to kick it
Im banned from church
I told you im a lowlife
You go on ahead ill
Devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming Oh
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
be the last
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life
started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah
Get a little dap like
don't you ever let it happen again
There was people grumblin' and carrying on, I had to listing to all of that fuss
I'll tell you brother , it's just
an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Whoa, this is the big pill)
(Yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(There they go again
on Friday
(With you)
And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday
(With you)
Standing here throwing them songs at me
Somebody pray for me
I wish
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