Lyrics:
She don't wanna leave me
Bad girl like Ri-Ri, I'ma let her eat me, yeah
All my bitches freaky , they know how treat me
Switch by the weekly yeah
But
to my wooden rack
If you're lucky you'll die of a heart attack
The horrible bed of nails could be too much for you
But if you don't like it, I've got
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck you call me?
All my homies bangers
Pistols ain't no strangers
All the way hyped
Play it mad DJ! Play it bad DJ
All the way mad and bad
All the way hyped
Are you with me
Are you with it?
A musical
the burbs
Has the nerves to converge
On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (The cannon!)
Alright, now if you really feel like that, keep going!
I don't know what
the East Coast rocks" ---> KRS-One
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"It's like that y'all, you don't stop"
make sure friends and family eat
When you beat the odds it's a win
Yea we switching vibes on a beat
This purple drink is codeine
Yea I put my bitch
you feel it begin
Here it comes
Do you feel that?
Feel this?
Get used to it
She had the face of the Statue of Liberty
Oh free me
The fire
Cool nigga, smooth talk, let me let that flow
Great man, new gun, make me let that blow
What it is, young nigga, how you got that dough
Made a couple
your feet
Can you sneak a small stone by a waiting soldier's hungry eye?
C UBANI ONGAKHOMBA-NJE?
(Who can show me?)
UBANI ONGASIZA, MADODA,
(Who can
Hi Felicia
It is nice to meet ya
Come take a picture
Don't worry I won't eat ya
You don't know it
Maybe I could teach ya
Like a Queen
That's how
you just got done cooking
I fuck around and come just by the way she looking
Eat it up like you just got done cookin' I fuck around and come just
face, oh
Sixteen stitches put her right, and her dad said
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Sally got married to a rock musician
She met in California
Hello, I'm Brandy and I would like to make a request out to Kevin,
By Immature, "Is It Love This Time"
DJ: Ok, Brandy we'll get that out to Kevin
dress up really nice (Dress up really nice)
And it's up and down (Up and down the beach)
And I'm lookin' for something to eat (Lookin' for something
okay
I don't wanna be your spouse
She ain't even got a crib
So I took her to the house
Told me leave it in her ribs
Then I put it in her mouth
Okay, let
you
Savage are the man and his band of thieves
So heavy is the head of he that wears the ring
But a lion don't ever lose sleep when it come
Fed up with your indigestion
Swallow words one by one
Your folks got high at a quarter to five
Don't you feel your growing up undone
Nothing
hear you
You're weakenin' fast, YO! and I can tell it
Your body's gettin' hot, so, so I can smell it
So don't be mad and don't be sad
'Cause
bitch basically basic aint on the same wave
Bitch Im tryna get paid
Give EP to the DJ u know my shit bang
She heard its me on the speaker she tryna
your rules
Yeah, yeah
I want to be here with you
We side by side
I don't want to be a fool
Fuckin round with that crowd
I want to fix up my life
I want
while drivin ain't nothin new
Don't laugh at me cause you done done it too
I know you fuck good when you listen to soul
By try doin it when your dial's
of fucking terror
I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, my tests are filled with errors
I need to get my head right, but I can’t with your fist against it
Sick of not
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