Lyrics:
Whattup though?
Murs, 9th Wonder
Murray's Revenge!
Y'all know what time it is
Shut your fat nah
Watch your mouth and lower your tone and keep
embarrassed
We inherit b-boy Sermons just like Erick's
Liks been flowin' longer than your grandparent's marriage
Eatin' buzzed brownies more than Bugs eat
were currently in lockdown
Recording this album in like, ten days
And, amazing that you just called, 'cause basically I have this big fat chorus
That
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your
life"
Go tell them busta's
Up at Bad Boy records
That tricks got a fat mouth
Busta better check it
I can see it plain as day
This game I play wide
to stay f-are-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat
round
Be about your cash, never slow down
Who is S.U.C., I bet they know now (tell em fool)
I came a long way from Grey Tapes, your boys been
Cowards
hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our
go dem ma no young boy dey can't tackle
Everywhere I go dem ma no blessing is uncountable
Won ni won fe pami
Kon ri mi shey iba fun mi baami o
Won ni
More Than a Stab
2. I shouldn't have been born
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More Than a Stab
2. I shouldn't have been born
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(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
rocking
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it
Follow no pass you ooh
E be like say I don Jonze
Paradise Papi compose (Ah-ha)
I don' need, I don' need, I don' need bad vibes
Big puna (Fat nyansh)
you boy I’ve had it
I’m telling you boy it’s magic
That’s your bitch telling you the news of her just getting that fat dick
You ain’t got to slow it
Ho$h, kykie kinders!
Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai ne?
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
know I'ma score (yeah)
If she trippin', I just get her Dior (yeah)
She gon' fuck me 'cause she know I'm the boy (know I'm the boy)
Ass so fat, she
this deal
Before my opps shit
Then the start comin' in
I made a fat deposit i was up in Neiman's
Treat that bitch just like my closet
(Let's go)
And I
boys be actin' animus 'cause my presence is rather ominous
Not to mention my pockets are fat as a obese hippopotamus
I avoid hate like obstacles,
as the Spinal Spinning Spiral Splitter
And the Corkscrew Cock Cruncher
Plus, the Fat Fuckin' Bitch Backslapper
And not forgetting The One Finger Ringer
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