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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
Along about eighteen twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
And I never would have gotten through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-ridin'
female player shit
I keep my (girls)
Walkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured claws, that's right (girls)
The waxed down, and tanned up
So
to me
Lepers
Let me feast upon their innocence
Keep
Your
Head
Down
Submit yourself to me
Worship me
Kneel
My kingdom come
But not for free
Watch
a little sweeter like an apple pie
She's got that crazy side
Wants to open up so he can realise
That she is paralysed
By the divas hangin' over
Make a list of the top five legal MCs
Oh right it's just me
So I guess it's time to spit another lesson
Rhymes hit direct they connect and drip with
whose ways are blameless
(Jesus is my portion)
Who walk according to the law of The Lord
(Doesn't matter what you got to say)
Blessed are those who
of Teens by vote
Dick deep in her throat
Cause her daddy think Boat a joke
No this shit not a game
Sixty-five for my chain
Had an upgrade in my name
And whip
swim when it comes by
Twenty-five miles in Mississippi twenty-five miles in Mississippi
Twenty-five miles in Mississippi tell him I'm gone gone gone
to guard our inner shell
Like mayflies we fade away
But the laws were once fed into us
We act by them every day
For work and war and to amuse
The purpose
Barely alive on this G5
Bottle away from me drowning
Start with a sip, then I down it
Land in Toronto, I'm tipsy
You never say that you miss me
But I know
This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
One two
three four
bodies stacked up on the floor
five six
six six
more bodies thrown in a ditch
Carving up a mannequin
I sit here by myself
Time goes by and why don’t I
Believe the things you said you did
Time goes by and why don’t I
Believe the things you said you did
Heard you’re doing
my side
It's hella Bonnies out here
They just need a Clyde
I see hella hotties out here
But can you be a bride
Had the game plan written down by
turning back now this shit on smash
Influenced by the reefer but
I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck
With Spitta for a weekend
Fields are passin' by my window
As i cruise wherever the wind blows
Wind blows
Wind blows
Its goin' down tonight
No slowin' down till daylight
Set
I've been lost from time to time
Been down roads with no signs
So often I forgot who I was
I completely missed it and got it twisted
Looking for
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
an apple pie
She's got that crazy side
Wants to open up so he can realize
That she is paralyzed
By the divas hangin' over compromise
Oh, love me, oh
mutherfuckin' brains out
Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Three point five million
From those narcotic
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
on Schenk
I been fucking with Pap, since the Law Library
As far as Loso what can I say
Hold it down we in the Barclay
This that 1 point 5 and um
Coming to ya
excavated the vase
Some niggas got remarks
You cuffing me by the taste
She throw away the key
Start flashing me like the jakes
No law and order in place
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