Lyrics:
screamin', maybe I'm dreamin'
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggas know, that if you fuck
like a dove.
F see
They call her by name pretty Peggy-o.
see Am F see
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
See Em Am Em
What will your mother
bars and they way too creative
I'm a smart but i'm a reckless kid
Loved by many, hated by less
With bro's and dargs hope u don't get bit
Don't follow
Yea man dj chase
My guy katt williams got the world going crazy right
Yea
It's crazy
Right
Got caught stealing jokes katt willams (katt williams
'em by the flocko
Cheese, please, where the nachos, dumbo?
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money
up with seven figures
And my niggaz by me
Cruising like a legend am the captain so we sail
If you ain’t put in work
Don’t touch my money eeii
Can’t
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Thomas, Craiger, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
I think this my favorite song
I think this
I fee like money today
On my level boy you can't get on my level ey
On my level boy just look at by bezel ey
On my level boy I'm holding up a six
the truth)
I'ma keep it real
Show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising
(I ain't seen shit)
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch
That's
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
nigga Joe you used
To fool with, what happened to him?
[Ann:] Man, Joe was trippin, man,
you know he owed some nigga some money, and you know,
if you
sirens roar
Better get that money, and be out the door
[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
Williams, 'cause I'm 'boutta OD in Denver
I just hope you remember
That I came from the Dub, now I feel a rockstar
No bitch, you can't get a hug
I don't want
Ai Bobby Williams.... Ku Tomola zina nikulakwa..... Turn it up....
Drew made the beat
Oh by popular demand Bobby Williams back with a cup in his
William Shakespeare, uh
William Shakespeare was a verbal cun-tortionist
He could bend his words in the way a contortionist bends his frame without hope
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
know that you're playin' your sister
Or better yet sellin' your niece, to the weirdos, not the good ones
Katt Williams said, "Give you the truth," so
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Mulligan
And I was William Sheeran
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border
Well, met her at Guy's in the second world war
Behind bars tonight after a string of residential burglaries
Kick door, kick door
Police took in Dominique Williams and Billy Williams
Kick door,
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