Lyrics:
bitches be imposters
Buss down middle part , French tips eating pasta.
Trill gorgeous bitch getting ate up by a Rasta .
He buss it wide open like
tickles your fancy
Buy a ticket to France
Just keep your dick in pants
See what's converging on some virgins like he's big Richard Branson
Bring you
but not by choice
I pick up the phone and I hear a strange voice
Hocus pocus, boogedy boo
Abra-cadabra, what's a nigga to do?
Back and forth, and open
all around me now
After all this time I wonder
If I'm just wasting time
And I wonder when you're gonna make
Some kind of move on me
I will
blow
Not the kind you find in a line, so
The only freeze you receive is a cold
Current that gives you goose bumps when I roll
Those who weren't aware
bitch that I'm bout to tip drill
got no use for a lil blue pill
I'm off that Molly so I'm hard as steel
mackin on ur bitch sliding in for the steal
But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green
And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone
and you'll see we're very kind
I give tips on romantic detail though some time with me will make things derail
Days turn to months and decades will pass by
Bills reach to the tree tips
If we do a remix
By then mine might reach to an eclipse
Peep this, I'll be out lurking by the beach
Backwoods packed good
on for my moms
Y’all can’t even catch me on that drama tip
I’ve been graduated to a different kind of level, y’all can’t even catch me visually
Solve
Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get
us
Coming out the gates in Forces
Lord choirs dropping shit like some horses
Uh, the house holy but the office corporate
This life pricy but the war
The endoness
Westside
Geah, see'mon uh
The endoness, uh (stick em)
Damn, must be the shit
Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips (damn)
Must be
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
[Kadi]
Aiyyo, check this out, right here is Kadi
The man with the yellow hat and uhh
This track right here is by the motherfuckin Beatnuts aight?
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
Jenny coulda been a beauty Queen
Blonde hair, 5'5" with some big blue eyes
Always has a coffee in her hand every time
She clocks in for her shift
green like a ping-pong table
Than any politician, I teach revelation
All kind of disses, a weak manifestation
Some say my brain is an encyclopedia
I
green like a ping-pong table
Than any politician, I teach revelation
All kind of disses, a weak manifestation
Some say my brain is an encyclopedia
I
standing on tip-toe
I am watching you, watching me, wondering
Would you mind if I changed you
Oh, I believe I could take you to some place fun
and the taxi's n pimps were incahoots
with some esteemed officer of the law
and Mantino's juice and sandwiches
had closed up for the evening
kind of like my heart
Alright uhmmm
I’m sipin
While thinking why I am not getting high
Vandalize
Get the prize
Recognize
I describe
Passing by the alley
That’s my alibi
Whatever not right it was broke
Then fix me
Top servant don't forget to tip me
I miss me
The one that knew that some of these things
Come out through prayer
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