Lyrics:
trickin' like daddy
oops I spilled the beans baby
I be braggin' like this
have ya heard ?
[Repeat Chorus]
[D.J. Paul]
I seen em' coming out the club
drop
to iron my shirt, find my ices
The hit came quick
Hit the jack, star six
Ghost
Put down the phone stupid
Wipe off your prints
Rae ran
I'll jack you
For your bundle g I'll be lurking
In the rear smirking when you're
Crumbling the hobo junctionist
Function
Is to freak the lyrical smoke
Jack with the mac
Pop out with my K, that's a murder (Yeah, gang, gang, gang)
Pop out with my K, that's a murder (Gang, gang, yeah)
Pop out with
up, cause we coming, J-Love
Hey yo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un
You know what i mean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo Bean
You know what
like Willie
Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya
Anoy ya when I spill the beans like lawyer
I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls
I guess
Jack and Jill-ion years ago
Some dinosaur dropped the pail when it saw our reflection
Don't you know
We're all light
Yeah, I read that
the seats and put the
Kid on that new Bentayga
Ayy, pork and beans and Vienna
Sausage and them harder days
And then rock with the Ralph Lauren
When I was
thats
Money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them
Bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans
White and purple weed coke and dope
Bet
coming off clean
I put a bullet in your
Bean, bullet in your cornrow
Bullet in your lean
Put on the safety, switch off the beam
Oi rudeboy, yo
Anytime you
phone I'm making shit happen
Niggas be gone they really be cappin'
And they put em on then we gon go jack em
Relocatin' now we trap out the castle
Free my
you get dropped
I know boys with out guns that'll still come jack you
Have you running from your car before they even attack you
If you scared you
From the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad
of a thousand archers out to mark ya
The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans
of the day
but nothing is worse than a stiff crust of sleepiness,
when you're the one peeling the beans
Those dungarees chafe when they're belted too tight,
body
Xans in my body, Xans in my body (Ayy)
This ho sweating off a bean
This ho off a molly (Ayy)
Drinking Henny
While you niggas still stuck on Bacardi
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
Every night before I go to sleep
I go and pop a bean bitch, I turn to a fiend
I'm doing acid in my dreams
Getting money off of streams
Everything you
Spill the beans on the table I always say
Huuuuuuuh yeah buddy
Extra! Extra! Read All About It!
Fresh Prince is back
You wonder how'd it happen I
trust hits ya (i ya ya)
who can I bust I fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for last
guard ya glamoura I'm
of yourself now, Jack
It's time
No, it's not
I'll take care of him
You will?
Yes, I'll be your mother now
I don't want another mother, I want a friend,
think
I'm gettin' paid
Penthouse, givin' dick to maids
Hit the Spades, Black jack, 21, pitty pat
See you with' your chain, better gimme that
Bitch, Mac
passa tra un Lord e un Mr. Bean
Kung Fu Tai chi e tu vai giù da ring
Taglio teste col mio team new Mujahidin
Non parlarmi più di hip hop non sei tu
once and then I hoed it
Young Jack and a bad hoe
I been in the cut, lookin' spooky in a black coat (bitch)
And she fuckin' with my tats though
I
4's on a candy Lac
Chrome for haters who wanna jack
Watch my back in the turning lane
Swang and bang with a piece and chain
Diamond cuts princess cut
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