Lyrics:
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album
happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his
the U-turn, got a phone call from my girl she was saying hi
Maybe she overreacting, I went to crib to show whats happening
We fucked by the window,
Hi there
Are you new here
If you are let me tell you what's fair
I'm what talks to you in your mind every time
You do something wrong and makes you
smoking on a pack
And your gang didn't drop that
Then sorry, but you're nothing but a nerd
They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest"
Tell me something I
"Ayy
We want you to do a video for beats by Dre"
I thought, "Shit, this must be my day, "
Let me set it off
So flylingual and swagnificently fresh
I've
in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
there waiting
Fading into nothing got to give them an escape
Give them all a purpose just open up the gate
Got to get the body first put in on the conduit
talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
there’s nothing more to me I can see
You said stop that, baby, boohoo
Cry for me like Jodeci and I will tantalize you
Open up like blossoms bloom and I
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
talking to opps, homie
He be trying his luck
Y'all ain't getting nothing B
I'm not providing Nathan
I greet my brother peacefully
It's "As-salāmu ʿalaykum"
family tree salute
Nothing new under the sun, under the son of the sun's son
The great great one, predicted what his seed would do
In 2022, twinny twin
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
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