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spaghetti, she drippin in icy blue
My main bitch say that I'm a dog well bitch who feedin who?
The 2, the 2
I like my hoes by the, hoes by the
The 2, the 2
I

Holla at Me

DJ Khaled

Major Flavours, Vol. 2

2007

DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of

You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let

niggas win
But my heart made it out of timber skin, bucked it lucked it
We on Rio Grande by that corner store, Billy got them hot fries, of course I wanted

my body around
Cause there's a
Little one I here
On the way
My baby's down in Texas callin'
Everyday an
I can't stand
To hear her cry
I know I should

Got the people going ugh!
Yea
Mann Mann Mann
Baby sliding
Mama Crying
Now we gotta ugh
yea
Look at that
Baby sliding
Mama Crying
Now we gotta ugh

on some david banner
Now they on house arrest this nigga billy
Cause my willy exhibit genius like maximilian
The rap-putation gives me
Brain like education

Baby, gimme Van Gogh
That’s all I need, for you to believe
So fuck an entourage
My whole damn album’s an art collage
Fuck an arm massage – I want

busy later, you could, uh, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean maybe we get

on pay roll
I roll with death like my crew is Billy and Mandy 
You can get the lead like a kid with Mexican candy
Clean hands but got contacts that Randy

of a hymnal's pages

Your sale rack dress
Met my Goodwill suit
With a birdcage veil 
Over your baby blues

I was too young to drink on our wedding day
We were

it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it

By now you know that I'm no piece of cake
5 albums in, you probably need a break
Hard to believe somebody married me
Well she did
cnd we have a kid

That's well understood

Yeah, worry bout me baby
You should

cll carry-on baggage
cll smiles to get by
Throw on an old movie
cnd you might see me cry
My

of my racks
Boys can't carry the weight of me flowing
People want me cut out my breath
But I'm okay with that
I'm okay with that
Baby I'm okay with that

fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch

like my name Kareem
Los was making beats, tryna get em each perfected
D would listen to my bars, giving me suggestions
Baby girl was by my side, fell

4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat 
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out

clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho,

My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.

told me to come work on my album
I'm tryna go find out the price on a boat
(Okay)
My lil' bitch act like Megan Thee Stallion
She ghetto and nasty, she's

the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it

my eyes full of flame 

That is the end of an album
Part two is comin soon
Writing the column by column 
Lay down and enjoy the tune

outta ten, baby, I love to eat it too
I'm a five-star nigga, you can leave reviews
Ruth Chris, rooftops, then we by the pool
I'm the nigga, baby, ain't

Constellation Funk

El-P

Fandam Plus (Instrumentals, Remixes, Lyrics & Video)

2002

This is, what, something to define me baby
Runnin man, run quick, scissor sticks, spray out
Look into semantics man look into them closely
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