Lyrics:
on rye?
I got to do my thing and that's no lie
Well ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition we've got them locked
You-N-I-T-E
A little
now it's over Cocoa, forever you will sleep
it off, it all started when your father took a peek
[Chorus]
(Peek a boo) - 7X
yea tryna run up on me
I keep it right on me
I don't trust nobody
Yea
Baby come relax me
Come rub on my Johnny
Yea
You don't know what this really
heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe
You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go
Workin' wit a lot of dough and a little bit of time
Bitch I
them go to mars.
Because deep down inside
They're really from the stars.
3.
That's why they don't want
Us to mix...just the way
The word of God had
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow
cain't take it
Too long, I've had to fake it
I just don't think we can make it
Through ten more years of this...!
a beard with no Rogaine
When your girl call me she call me by my code name
Like a magician, I got it on deck
If you don't know my name I take it
if there's two (bring it back)
Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seats, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, cause
(lit)
It's about to go down, drunker than a bitch
Afterparty with my niggas, slumber party with your bitch
Finna hit the lick, 10-56, takin' sips,
You gotta help me baby I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
of the groove
She hears the hex in these tunes
Heartbreak shall let the worse thru
Reap Limousine
Go vroom vroom scoot
Gang make it do what it do
Young Johnny
hit me up and yeah I seen it but I left her sent
We don't do no subs so tell me baby what you really meant
Sad I left the Dub but I been gettin' money
your eyes,
Six, take a deep breathe,
Seven, take a step back,
Eight, nine, I don't know why we even started this fight,
By the time I get to ten, I'm
Let's burn the place before we motivate
Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by
bags and don't forget her bikini
Then just like houdini, it all disappeared
The escape to paradise, didn't end like this I swear
Sorry baby girl, I
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
forward, countin' this money on Aftermath fort
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her, "Don't come back here," 'til she got a ass for it
a matter of logic
They have the money I have the time
Being pretty's my only crime
You ask what future do I see
I say it's really up to me
I don't need
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-O-V-E,
And if you abuse it you're gonna lose it
And if you lose it you're gonna 'buse
a line of suckers who claim I do crime
Terminator X
From a rebel it's final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn,
little mammy, what'll it be? hips or lips?
Harry snatches sister ob'dewlla 'x' away from thing-fish, bashing himself with it in an irrational manner.
[Chorus]
Ah yeah, hey
(Bone)
Whatever you do - keep it movin'
Whatever you do - don't stop {repeat phrase xfor}
Don't stop the groove {x
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