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a finger to my two lips (it's okay)
Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had
You can set the snow on fire
The reason that you suffer is desire (huh)
don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
you do
Well you've got bad ideas and they are nothing new
Oh god here come the tears O jesus boo hoo hoo
You should just should shut up
You should
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
her, then you lyin'
Come and go and you get tulips
Put a finger to my two lips (it's okay)
Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had
You can set
than the DJ,
Tell her she should blow me like candles on ya B-Day,
Cause I've signed more lines then she's passed on the freeway,
More checks then you
you're hungry for!
And she says "let me think,
What's left in our refrigerator?"
I said well, there's tuna, I know
She said "That went bad a week ago!"
I
And that garbage is piled up high, and buddy you should see the flies
I said
[Chorus]
There something rotten here (say what)
You better hold your nose
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black
Cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
And in the darkness of the riverbed, they waited on the ground
For one more member
gets no rougher
Shut up, the alley cats' got attention to get
And drop these L dope lyrics on ya,
The beat is pumpin', you know I'm sayin'?
Tell
touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my
and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
like a pile of clay
When's the last time that you saw a villain with a cape?
Ripped a gaping hole in it, flipped out
Ripped down the drapes
Tied 'em
Ducking from the popo
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy
All my mama friends be like
"Would you just look at him"
So sorry dear mama for
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
good day, good day)
I've been up and I've been down, but you know
Any day you wake up, that's a good day (good day, good day, good day, good day)
Had
about her good thing that she's got
Yeah, and she tipped out on it
See, ain't nobody gonna believe what to tell him no way, fool
Oh, yeah, girls, you
And I know I've got to get out and cry
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit terrified
But then I see the look in your eyes
(Turn around,
boys, plus I make paper
Come on, that's old news, yesterday's paper (nice)
Oh, you talkin', what about?
If it ain't how I kept you studded out
You
stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's alright.
'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I
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