Lyrics:
come over here and
Let me talk to you, son see now
Dolomite just got back from some shit
That you about to be in
Well, are you prepared?
I hope you are
inside of me
Now this is my delivery
Whatcha gon do
When my album drops
And it's hot as fuck baby
Whatcha gon do
When it's in ya headphones
And you
for whatever, whoever wanna see me now
Slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
Take a whole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub
You gotta put it down and always
to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistling flute, and that's not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I'll
to put my life back together right now (now)
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally for you
So I
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistling flute, and that's not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that
now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble E
been given, wassup?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with
goin' suck a nigga dick
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil niggas got yay by
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
more hustle and bustle
And no more telephone lines
And now that we're here
Let's grab all our gear
And off we go
Words and music by john denver
the neighborhood hoe
(Them bitches beep me 304, I left 'em with they pussies wet)
Sittin' back, gettin' my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
(Put her- put her
pulling me down, it ain't shit to me now
Don't let it get to me now
Threw out my phone, they can't get to me now
Keep it humble, but love to get big head
like time passing me by, slower than a slug
While this feelin' inside of my body's feelin' like a rug
You can hug me, rub me on the back like a child
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
the pussy, rub the nipple next
Bitch, which is worse?
My bark or my bite
You heard about me
and now I'm fucking you from dark to the light
You must
sung by Nina]
All I ever wanted was for him to see
Was that I was all the woman he would ever need
I?ve given all of me so unselfishly
And now he?s
the main stream
I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live
When you was hungry, fed you a hot meal, look at the hand you deal
Me crud ball
no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit
Now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled
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