Lyrics:
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P's true and living i'm trying to add on but
The piece do division mono the big shit
85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips
P!
I slide by
to slack
Gotta stay on track
Didn't pack a strap
Can't forget the snack
Started with a crew
LNH was true
Had a bigger view
Couldn't fit my shoe
K E coming
my dealings and my feelings are controlled by the wheel in
the middle of my will, ILL
I fell
hell would have caught me but Christ came And Blood
residential drug pusher
You kids, they buy from me
Base of coke, a slam of seed
They know I've got the cure
Just a punk, I'm untouchable by the law
Court room
Blasi blah blah blasi blah blah blasi blah [X6]
[Chorus]
J to the I to the V to the E to the
T to the A to the L to the K (with "blase blah's" in
Originoo Gunn Clap you
And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher
Ready to get
The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man
Suckas was the crew with the span
That's like Muhammed & Jesus splittin up without a plan
That's like
comes under the sun
[E.D.I.]
We live those big money dreams
sixteen and so plining
lust to touch everything still no feelings
we move
fascinated by the way the been
Shake a heel from side to side back to back
In fact, I know the hoe from around the hood
Hang around all the time
But the bitch
Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyern hath errant'd.
Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -
I deem the brood
violent
Look into my eyes
I love you no be lie
Baby no think am twice
Let's make love tonight eheh
See the way you dey carry that thing dey waka about
E
gon' whoop me, do a bitch nasty like Boosie
Play that Carter V 'cause that bitch caught a five
Bullets soaring, feeling like I'm Tunechi
Fuck around
of Bacardi Don Simon or Paraga
Haba
I'll be there by sunset
Yes oh
Coming through in a drop head
Uhn I'm tried and trusted
Omo it's done and dusted
Uhn I heard
here so I ain't going down there
I ain't trying to get drunk I just love the word "free"
Let me spell it out, I'm B-R-O-K-E
You know, I'm that dude
That
waka about
E just dey scatter my brain
And all the small small boys dey run their mouth
But them no dey my lane
CKay your number one
Swagger man lover
who contest the way you look so pretty now
Everything else can wait
This is our time and we just goin take it
Feeling me up on me girl me know you
vibe so come give it to me
What else obidiponbidi
Uhhuh hwe tie
O feeli mi vibe
Everyday wo bra I need you by my side
So don't be shy baby
Bra be da
or I'm I just a game to you
Is it just a game well baby let me know
I'm the one next to you when you feeling low
I'm into you, you into me more then
set up and let down
Without all the perks
Oh so funny how love works
Always by myself
Tryna get myself some help
Taking band aids off the shelf
But
gone, you ain't got nothing to lose
By the way, I'm Lizé, oh, and E, in the front
I just had to spell it out because I feel you the one
So don't excuse my
A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z
Now why wont you sing with me
Aye we learning our abcs
Cuz I feel like they're not irrelevant to me
Did I even learn as a baby?
I really forgot I
a pageant picture
& They left me on E they aint gas a nigga
So i made a way for to grab attention
& It wasnt easy it took practice nigga
I perfected my craft
got me feeling good hoes want cola
It's like that man it's just like this
These heffas can't have me so these hoes be pissed
All day everyday hittin
a mixtape
Bursting at the seams like a spit take
The mistake never tolerated
Callin me a wannabe I'm bouta be exonerated
Moderated only by the Father
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