Lyrics:
Deal Like A Urinal
Sign The Devil's Contract
I Read The Eulogy At Your Funeral
Man You Don't Know Yo
Me And Mo No Play Your Ass Like A Phono
Die
Fuck your feelings we don't got no feelings over here yea
Win win win
Everyday in my life is to win right yea
More money more cars more women
Contract
cars more women
Contract elevating congrats
Bad guy is in the building
I no like the people wey no get money
But them dey like to find attention
I no
And the mirror's telling you more
Than it's telling me
There's a decaying contract
In a church full of mouse traps
With windows eating every hue
The skyline needs
just ruck back
Scrap back less u wan sleep wan nap nap
uh 300 for the contract that’s an entrapment wizzy wouldn’t want that
Stomp that a and r
Got him
from the dead like I'm Mia, livin' in yo basement
Ain't got no love for these hoes I don't fuckin' save 'em
Fuck ya contract, fuck ya deal, I don't
of
Dissociate from your contract
I'm not compromising
Fuck your middle of the road
Once again you're approaching me
On all your stuff
The same old story you're
one thing we know
Lots of fun, lots of laughs
Signing cheques and contracts and autographs
We're up for n-e-w y-o-r-k
Look out, look out broadway
I
She having all the ways good contacts,
She making with Apple an contract.
What a shame Mary Jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame Mary
dirt cheap)
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
(Done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds)
Do anything you want me to
(Done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds)
Dirty
The final chapter in the contract expires soon
We've come to the end
Thank God, I'm not the same as you
You always know exactly what to do
Is who I am,
you all grown up, then sign this contract if that's possible"
Get you, get you, get you, get you
I'ma go hit the throttle with you
Smokin', lokin',
felt my heart contract
To my mind I brought the image of light
And I expanded out of it
My fear was just a shadow
And then a voice spoke in my head
at? We keep that fully loaded contracts
Had her rain dance on the dick, ass jumpin'
Runnin' through the pussy like a nigga goin' joggin'
Fuck
drinkin' I'd just hold you back
Go on and sign the contracts hon and I'll read about you
In some old newspaper blowin' cross some lonesome hobo camp
Me
ain't free
You niggas pussy, ain't me
Y'all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can't read
Throw 'em some Maybach keys
Fuck it, c'est la
felt my heart contract
To my mind I brought the image of light
And I expanded out of it
My fear was just a shadow
And then a voice spoke in my head
Games People Play
Sittin' on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man
Talkin' bout big money and future plans
I always told the brothers, if I got a contract
battlin' needin' bookin's and you the best contract I've known
I'm a gonna be a hard act to follow if you keep comin' on
I'm a gonna be a hard act
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots
An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits
the West End, alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bumming slumming friends have all got new boots
And someone just asked me if the group
And the promise of contracts and bread
With all our joy he gave us to fame and fortune
That left us half dead.
Goin' up's easy
When you got the song
That
I sit up
Look back
It wasn't nothin' but a
Microphone contract!
Dressed in black I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I
played and played until it's all played out
Sucker MC's come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
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