Lyrics:
Bitch I'm exotic, you a lil thotty
Pretty lil bitch, got work on her body
You a good bitch so I hit you when I want it
Naughtyy lil bitch, fuck like
reality
Verse 1:
Now we can do this, if you don't tell nobody
We can make it happen now and it can be so sweet
Set your body free, wont you to come with
the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
wanna come around
Now you wanna buy a round
We the best right now
Only God knows how
Twinkle Twinkle Toronto Star
How I make it this far
How you hating
and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
I never want to let a bad day slip by
Now, we be getting
life
Like always follow your passion and never quit. Do it right
That's what I'm doin today Previous habits I fight
I know things were difficult but you
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no lungs
Got her going down, no teeth
I call it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my language
From
bravery
But now it's time for you to sleep
Old fashion
So you can see me in my Datsun
Your rap's bullshit
That's elementary
My dear Watson
Swipe left
Not
on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane
You hit the local showcase and heard that Check the Rhime
By that short jumpy nerd and mustachioed man
Now I gotta do it solo, B.T.C ain't the clan
Well
and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
I never want to let a bad day slip by
Now, we be getting
right next to you
Everyone I thought would be loud
Showed up as Reginald
Because they creeped by me
Ain't show no TLC
Now when they creep by me
They do so
my name
now they don’t know what to say
We still lit
We won’t quit
Lights bright
Turn it down for me
You got work? (damn)
Well oh fuck
Where’s my cup?
Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right
Want to give a shout to my man Pos K
My man Big Daddy, he's cool
Now Rule Mob
Check it out
Well
Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right
Want to give a shout to my man Pos K
My man Big Daddy, he's cool
Now Rule Mob
Check it out
Well
chrome
Mercury-tipped bullets, melt the dome
It's the 1990's, and crack is
Talkin' to the criminals, ever so subliminal
Some crackhead wants mix
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
need me in your universe, listen it's yours
Uh uh, uh, uh
And it's yours
Do you like this? Yeah
Do you want this? Yeah
Well if you had it
sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I
To the tenth degree
I got a bag on me now
Only right I was in misery
Care if you hate on me now
That is just who you supposed to Be
I just want the check on me
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
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