Lyrics:
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
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Takto by som mohol pokračovať kým track neskončí
A oni aj tak stále povedia, že ma pretlačil refresher
(Ha)
To sú presne ti isti
bastards
With my ski mask
I'm the first one to want him blasted
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
a bloody nose
Save the cussin' and fussin' and pointin' fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but
Pre chorus
I make hip hop sound like its dirty pop
Wanna give you a hint coz my album bout to drop
I'll make quick hit ready for à tiktok
Coz if i
album drop, just watch, they act all buddy buddy
Yeah
Time flies by when you doing what you wanna do
Years go by when you doin what you wanna do
I been
Muthaphucka if you don't gimme some of dat ice cream
Muthaphucka im gon scream
Im gonna pull out the blicky
Im gonna pull up
Im gonna hit a lick
Im, finna hit
sand-tan
Flag on my head like I'm Santana
I just went schiz nigga turned my block into Iran
I sleep with my stick
Just slimed a plug man
I hit his ass with
off
Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in
I'm not who you want me to be
I switched up wrote some songs hit delete
Now I'm falling to pieces
I wish you could see
All of the reasons
That I have
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha
the name
Yeah, papercutz
Papercutz, Paper
Here we go, papercutz
Papercutz, paper
Paper, cutz, papercutz, paper, paper
Are you gonna do another album
61 to the 9 the city of mine
Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High
So don't try using my name for your fame
Mad 'cause a youngster got
play by the rules like
Tock, tick, when the clock hit one
Y’all niggas is done
Buckshot’s it, you need to stop
It don’t matter, the Porsche
on
His first album, he sampled some of the
Dialogue in Stanley Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut
And he tells me he got
The inspiration for his hit
Song "Super Rich
shit for his album
Niggas be rodents, alvin
Spin on your block double back in a phantom
Hold on bitch
I just sent a blitz
He just hit the mall but I
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
to Santana Road and Jose
Didn't have nothing, had hand-me-down clothes
Now we hit Rodell, start shopping till it close
And when the store close, they still let
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