Lyrics:
offering her dream dolls at less than extortionate prices,
and as the notes and coins are taken out
I'm taken in, to the factory floor.
for the Grand
the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss
There is a time and the place for everybody's taste
But I know too much and I owe too much
See there's no way
too real to start lookin' for the fake, sheesh
Brown in my cup, stress on my mind, but I'll be fine, I'm gonna
G-step tonight (G-step), G-step
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
the grieving of angels that cried
See a demon don't compromise
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
I'm a diamond inside the rough that's too
just won't last much longer
Got separated, don't know how
They went straight and I went around
Felt we could meet up by that ravine
I'm hoping this is
Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say
Christmas time is coming soon
Now, you dear old
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
to mention I'm spending out my pension
No no no no
The reason I hung in
Cause this right here ain't no country for young men
Sunny you done fucked up
Get it on credit if you need some more
I'll be the figure of your disgrace
A criss cross pattern upon your face
A woman's just too tired to think
kids, word
Jeff on the wheels, and me on the m-i-c
A better combination there could never be
So let's go back, for old time's sake
Yo Jeff! (what) Pump up
(Dolly Parton)
I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I've tried concealing
When he left he promised me he'd be back by the time it
two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin'? (Cash rules everything around me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get-)
Yeah, check this
M-m-much, too much
I admit I'm still watching the days go by
And sleeping alone is starting to break me down
It's cold, but I should've known
I admit
shit, that broke shit get old
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might
Well here it goes again
Another losing streak
Guess I'm on a roll
I haven't got a chance
I'm too week
She sucks my soul
And this St
Sayin' goo-goo, ga-ga
I gotta lotta time to eat MC's like piranhas
I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick
I'm
with, with
Shit, let that bitch breath
I'm way to important to be talking 'bout extorting
Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
Broad
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna
Man"
I saw him talk to her
But I stayed in my lane
And played my game steady
And was thinking of a day
When I'd be too old to throw a ball this
them pies
I'm taking this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, wasted
Asking my dog for
was slow,'
'If I'm not home by six, I'll surely be done,'
'The Mrs will kill me, let's just go for the one.'
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
Right there upon the Rugged Cross you'll see
Is where for my sins He died for me
Flying high like an eagle over battle fields
Tattered and torn but
with, with
Shit, let that bitch breath
I'm way to important to be talking 'bout extorting
Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
Broad
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