Lyrics:
that I drop
Ain't no stoppin' me, you might just have to call the cop
Ain't no toppin' me unless who toppin me your bop
Life done got to me, close people
I mean, you're takin' the pill
Don't worry, I'll sort out the bill
Supported by the D-H-S-S
With family allowance, we'll sort out the mess
no Mase
Wait , hold up wait a minute, what you say
Back it up, give me space
Who that, Nicole Wray
By the way, DJ, better play all day
Make the whole
awkward
Is a bitch ballin since I was a jit
Fuck all the oppas them niggas fool as a hoe
Flex Kobe '10 with the Fro
Bop out and off him
Margiela boosts in
it's up, then it's up
Lil' nigga don't get stuck (Ayy, ayy)
When you catch me out in traffic
Better knuck if you buck (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lead by example I
fiends bop they head when I spit it
Ether for the pleaser, the pleasure that I measure my rhymes, don't wave or tether
That shit is hot or cold, my nigga
They whipped my ass (bop, bop)
Now I'm not with the Blacks (you ain't black)
Lick my wounds in my cell
Tell Raheem all the facts (this guy walked
ain't lavish
They grew up some bastards
Chasing cash and coochie
And it usually
Came from lack of guidance
That's why I ain't moved
By all these
still standing
Fuck love, I ain't romantic
Left him sleep with the hollow don't panic
Open eyes but I'm still dreamin
Dead inside but I'm still breathing
to tell
You what to do
So u just keeping on doing you
And imma do me
Yo Kreezy
Where you going
Homey
Get back in the booth
I’m a jaded romantic at heart
the air laugh, and watch it fall
Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause
it
Cause you don't wanna mess around and kick a hornet's nest
When I record of course it's death
I'm unbothered by empty words, gotta back it up
I kick
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
me
You ain't gotta lie to me
Or play like when we click
That shit don't happen
But I can tell by how those eyes fasten
You know yo' body language
Twitterpated like we belonged in a Disney fling
No longer bound by the ball and chain of a stereotypical relationship, man
And I ain't talkin' bout the physical,
showed I got it by myself, they ain't doubt it yet
Big sweep this big kick, feel like Lou Khang
They ain't see me come up out that shadow, feel like Bruce
movement older than me, started by a few men
Where we from? South Bronx, we still movin'
Hip-Hop on World map, we famous I'm assuming
Helping a lotta lives
the air laugh, and watch it fall
Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause
the air laugh, and watch it fall
Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause
kid
I'd really like to get to know the real you
Instead of losing this connection by letting it diminish
Cuz I'm content with the way we're making
gettin' drilled by me
You talk shit, but you cling to me
Whenever there's an issue, girl, you always run to me
You always talk like you above when you be
In a romantic fashion
I will experiment with my fear right before her eyes
And every smile that's unveiled will be soaked
In my nervous charm
And evident to a culture taught to be parented
By oppressors and their rhetoric to keep us separate?
It might seem repetitive,
But until we get disciplined
seen too many movies
Or I'm just hopelessly romantic for infatuating beauty
I've got nothin' to hide from you, truly
Just wanna show the world
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