Lyrics:
win a landslide this year
This year I'ma vote for Donald
And if you don't vote for Trump
I'll grab you by the pussy
the pussy)
The fucking JV like to (Eat the pussy)
The cool the kinky dude on the streets after dark
I fish for meats so I can eat like a shark
Get hit
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
always comes undone
I'm so New York, I changed my number to 3-1-1
Try starvin' and you'll prefer
Eatin' by wide margin
MC Paul Barman presents a
Tempting
clap for me mami
She tryna win some fans so she did head stand
And made it clap for her papi
Where Are the tight pussy gyal
I want the tight pussy gyal
Motherfuckers try to grab me by the pussy
Turn around and tell 'em
You can kiss my tush-ey
Turn around and tell 'em you
Can keep on wishin'
Turn
nuts I bust 'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun?
Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
balls are blue
(Pussy blockin')
If you want the head then just come through
Your wife won't have a clue
(Pussy hidin')
Your cum is glue
(Pussy ridin')
If
autos, we bout to go for it
Took off so fast, I'm yellin' go Forrest
Nigga run fast with yo punk ass
When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass
Pussy nigga,
Ay yo, when I shoot a rhyme I make you shudder
I shitter shatter MC's for tryin to steal my butter
He's bitter cuz I'm better, so now he drinks
the Lord is my rock and he got it on lock guess that was the key aye
You are my rock rock yeah set in stone is the resurrection
You where I'm going my set
july every day, got me waitin for the rain
welcome to the game, welcome to the game
welcome to the game, welcome to Lc
3:11 in the mornin
what are you
by the pound (smoke by the pound)
He saw my face, all he heard was a "bow!" (Bow!)
I beat the pussy, I slam that shit down (beat it up)
I can't see
around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish
around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish
right by the D, they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody
Pancakes are better in bed (Bitch)
Niggas'll lose their mind for it
Wine for it, dine for it (Pussy)
Spend time for it, see no coloured line for it (Pussy
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Loud pack and pussy
Loud pack and pussy
Loud pack and pussy my money tall like miss liberty
Loud pack and pussy
Loud pack and pussy
Loud pack
miles in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day, from
N.W.A,
the coke and the money
But I'll settle for your necklace
D-Block (two guns up)
Everywhere we go-oh, people want to know-oh
Who we are, so we tell them
of how
Untruthful jealous people
Are complacence is irrational you
Must put yourself at the top at all times
And never feel bad for yourself
Never feel
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