Lyrics:
a credit or debit it's incoherent
Rappers want to settle for better than less and sell their spirit
Get a song and dance in some funny pants and they go
[Chorus: Mr. Lil One]
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, comin in stalkin
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, still shit talkin
[2x]
[Mr. Lil
[X-Raided]
X-Raided, say it three times
In the dark and the gun he carries up
Spray it three times to the heart like Bloody Mary
But not
a contributory factor
On how I let my phat words affect the fat gurls
They start moonwalkin' backwards until they back hurts
Now check this is hella fancy you in
to love to clap
Just learned the pimp game, I love to slap
With back hands I stack grands, the power pelly Pac-Man
You stepping in on my hustle
Time was a telltale factor
For all of our fate
Time was a look in the mirror
And just see your face
Well, I don't sincerely regret that much
I
mie regole (le mie regole)
Vivo come voglio e non penso a cosa ne pensi tu
Quanta bianca nuovo Papa sulla panca
Tasche gonfie un cazzo in banca
a schedule
It said Maths and Geography
Last time I felt embarrassed
I was stood in the dock and my mum couldn't look at me
Last time I seen my dad
He was
Altered shape, affected matter
Giving form, an ominous factor
Never break it, it will never bend
The Anvil was Forged In Fire
Made for pounding a massive
TRracing the substances in age and distance,
Scanning the extensive universe
Following the grammar of the known existence, but
Exploring the possibility
leave ample time to respond with
Calmly I vomit the sickest quotes the god in the makin'
What?
Precision what? fathom my gimmick this tiny voice is
chicks long in the stair wells
Flaunting their bare selves
The situation's sticker than Mary's hair gel
You'll have to wear bells
To find your way back
The worst factor is, not knowing
Of the time that remains
Contamination dashes in a bloody trench
Poetry written amongst shrapnel and friends
Sanity
feel like Gucci
I'm runnin' this trap shit
You can get braced
I ain't talkin' 'bout bracket
Put three in the hat, he Chance the Rapper
Fuck that shit,
We left in plenty of time
And thank God we did
The clock kept screaming the time
And the tyres skid
Turn left, about a half hour later
We were right
games since age 5 I hold mine
Never fell for the spells they
Tell in this world
I read Malcolm, you was learning to spell
I took exams early with
Dad said be the best in what you do and
Since rapping is what I do, then fuck it am his best rapper
Ndi anya ufu na acho igbanye m kapusu
Ha sii na
co-eds (with no heads)
Came from the Midwest
He's got the Factor X
Bind torture and then kill
Gives him a sadistic thrill
My Dad is the BTK
He killed em
Ex Factor
by Lauryn Hill
Album : The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
Submitted by :
Corrected by : TaLIkA xx
It could all be so simple
but you'd
at warp factor nine
Several light years above
Outerspace girl
I'm sending out a message to you
Outerspace girl
I'm sending out a message to you
My
Transparency?
Well I'm hopin You could listen I-
Traveled a million miles more or less
In a direction that's really sticky
Yeah
That's real sticky
Yeah
(This
you
I only drive forward while I leave you in the rearview
Say what?
I feel like I'm grumpy
Drivin down the street and it's gettin kinda bumpy
loving you like it’s a bad habit
You’ve been acting up, been acting real backwards
Been changing passwords now that’s a factor
Got ya running like you’re
The Whole Dairy Stay After What I’m After Never Hustle Backwards If You Ain’t With Me You Against Me You A None Factor Slow Feet Don’t Eat That’s Why I Stay
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