Lyrics:
his money to be his honey
If it's truth you choose you break big dummy
Dumb girl
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb girl
I wish I knew why a girl like you
on the left ya'll
Set if off on the right ya'll set it off
Set it off by subjection
Set it off on the right ya'll
Set it off, set it off
This rack will wreck
to give
Just hold on
We didn't didn't make it
But love'll get you by
If you only try
Just don't give up on love
'Cause it didn't work out this time
socket
One by one
I'll knock you out
One by one
This jam is real, that's right
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Ah
you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I'll knock you out
One by one
This jam is real
That's right
Eye of the sun
Eye
"Fuck everybody"
Married to the MOB, bury you alive
My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby
following you
Oh, girl, oh, girl
Oh baby, I shake you from now on
I'm gonna break down your defenses, one by one
I'm gonna hit you from all sides, lay
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I
break down, we break down, we break down
He's servin' time, locked down
And she don't want nobody to know,
His daughter twenty five pounds
By
break down, we break down, we break down
He's servin' time, locked down
And she don't want nobody to know,
His daughter twenty five pounds
By
jet out of here
Feel the wind across our face
We'll have some fun, gonna dance on the run
It's a perfect day...
Girl, it's a perfect day to break
I thought this was a memory foam pillow
Then why the fuck are we remembering so little?
Girl, I've been watchin' what you do
And baby, I ain't
as a beaver, you best believe-a
This grand diva's runnin' shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' 'em like two scoops
You need to make it on your own
You wanna shake it, do it alone
Whatever happened, I did alright by you
I can feel the passion girl, it's still
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
Of eighty nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era mentally I
Sometimes I wish I lived in Airstream homemade curtains
Lived just like a gypsy
Break her heart and roll out of town
Cause gypsies never get tied
this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box and the feathers
Fuck the hatas and the hellas
Like I
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By
everything got kinda reder
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box
thing like
The Starry Skies,
And you'll like it when you find out what he's got
In the backyard,
By the parking lot.
Hey Baby, you're my favorite
or explode in a sack
Or perhaps they just spring out and scare girls and boys?
What a splendid idea, this Christmas sounds fun
Why I fully endorse it, let's
Here, let me show you
This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box
DEVIL
A box?
Is it steel?
WEREWOLF
Are there locks?
HARLEQUIN
as a beaver, you best believe-a
This grand diva's runnin' shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' 'em like two scoops
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