Lyrics:
days
Say I sold my soul
I want my check from E bay
If you love the rapper, then respect the DJ
Cos without one
You couldn't mic-check the replay
If I was
for true love
Loving it greater
And then we can't stop
My hood by my side
Up on the rooftop
Put my juice low
They think I'm from Bristol
Why the fuck
a suit of loot
You're surreal (That's one raw (big) deal)
You're surreal
Far too cerebral (enhanced appeal)
For mass appeal (I want my girls real)
You
and count dough by the mill's
That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want
runnin' low
The stars are where we're aimin so
That's where we're gonna go
Don't got a problem stayin' frosty
Cause I love the cold
I heard that winter was
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a wookie who wanted nookie nookie by bigfoots brunch spot bushy bushy.
Now I don't mean to be pushy pushy I'm just in it for the money money no I'm not
flops
Ali on my tube socks
Nawf Atlanta baby I don't know what you thought
Fuck a grammy
Play me in a Waffle House jukebox
I'm killing ya
I fit
Do you know how lucky I feel I am
To find a man who loves me as I am? (It's Hokatiwi)
You never try to change a single part of me
Can show you
I need"
Yeah, you know imma flirt
She's bad, but she wants me merked
Hold up
I don't need no one, except me, me, me
Get yelled at by all the teachers
shock the culture like it's not apart of tradition
Real hustler you can tell by ambition, want a golden patek I ain't want no nixon
I been in the booth
Shit down pon mi cocky
Cack up yuh bumpa and mek mi slap it
Grab yuh by your hair even though its knotty
Mi dont discriminate mi like dem fatty
Tik Tacki
Shit down pon mi cocky
Cack up yuh bumpa and mek mi slap it
Grab yuh by your hair even though its knotty
Mi dont discriminate mi like dem fatty
Tik Tacki
from down to my head
Omo maa lor omo maa lor
(Whoa whoa)
Toba fe lor jeka jor lor
(Whoa whoa)
If it's not me, consider love
I'll be on my way b4 u want
Misery loves company, yeah
Nobody can get to me
They talkin' instead of me, yeah
Bad bitch, she killin' me
Bad bitch from Philippines
Shocks turn
don’t know
And to the nigga killed my brother man I hope you die slow
Lungs been hurting shit I might got cancer I done fell in love with a dancer
I done
just taking a break from having to make a tune
I was chilling with my cousin rude boys undercover just ...
watching the place
Sitting opposite the tube
Plant the seeds of the harvest you want show It love give it care like you glorified farmer
I don't need to know faces
Don't give a fuck about they back
Don't think I'm fantasizing
I didn't make it up
Lots of people tell me things
Things about their love
How the music that was playing low
How they
on your tongue, such arousal
What a shock, your necklace is running
I found another source of pleasure, my dreams
You did no longer want to - all these
shock ain't the word when she had a rebound (okay)
Time heals and the peace I found (okay)
Your peoples are a glimpse of you
And that dream could stop by
these bitches switch
Don't know if they hate me or love me
Got me and my mj, bout ta roll me duppy
Fitted down, bout to walk these other bitches like
about this
That's the tea I never dished
Love when it hits
Where these bitches always been
Talkin' bout under my skin, ooo!
Don't wanna get into that now,
Try to snatch it
Turn your face into a punchin' bag
The ladies love the tats
Want to lick 'em front to back
Fuck her once she sneakin' out and
I don't
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