Lyrics:
higher than a P.J
I don't play games, unless we talkin' bout GTA
Said that she alone, so I sent her my ETA
Ay, yeah, I'm on my shit again
Fit so fresh,
they'll never need
On the go motherfuckers, get that bag goin' overseas
Uproar in vicious patience, getting suspicious
Hold me down cause believe, it's
St. Bernard bitch throwin' down
Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel
Put up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell
Teresa
Baby: Yous a Ca$h
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
I present you the best booty shakin' in the midwest
That shit goin' up and down like some stocks, baby, it's time to invest
She got that
butt
Got the fellas goin' nuts, girl, it's too much
Got me four numbers already, the night's still young
Papi work the room, handsome like what
Mami got
probably feelin? the sense of some danger,
But I'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the table.
Watch me put it down for mo, and them suave house niggas.
the back door"
She aint got no back door
What she talkin smack fo'
Male bashin with Mary J
Like queen latifa she must be gay
In my radio you get no
spit fo' those
Who ain't have no options but to stay 10 toes
Had ta' walk the furthest through the rainy days like Mary J.
But Neva' fold neva' told
Yö this is Israel Nigeria
Black clouds
Yea, I'm goin in, Listen
Gone are the days I used to tell my friends I'll die for you
Trying to look down
your law...
We're all treasures some rougher than others
I'm asking for a friend that sticks close like a brother
Like Mary J. I'm searching for a real
the deal love
We both got the yearning and burning to feel love
Ain’t no need to conceal love
I want that thrill love
I’m talking that Mary J. "Real Love"
dissapearin' and shit I'm waitin' in the cold, what the
fuck is goin' on, when you get in give me a fuckin' call, alright?
When it comes to sex, I'm similar
bitch
I stayed alert, my gang down to tango, bangers put stains on shirts (brr)
You ain't a shooter, nigga, you Ben Simmons, the J don't work (Uh-huh)
Now spin again. Oh goody, now unzip your drawers.
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls!
Raise you upside down for the big batta.
Now we bust
to enlighten
And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme
Sniper, never a street fighter
But down for gettin' hyper
I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcees
It's that time
Yeah I get it out the grind
Ain't no reason why I ain't droppin' doe tonight
Say that you down but I hate wasting my time
Hol' up
that's the body now Thirty inches down to the ass, I guess I'm showin' off Hoes be mad, I'm headed to the top and I ain't fallin' off
All the hate they
Text: Hauss, Hoinkis, Panarinfo, Zweier, Kim Sanders, N'XT UP
Music: Hauss, Hoinkis, Panarinfo, Zweier
sippin' wine as we dine by candlelight
Mary J
it bang
And I'm Price by the way, so you know the name
From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the West on my shoulders
the cup
Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt
Got the fella's goin' nuts, girl it's too much
Got me four numbers already, the night's still young
by my hand, written up fast
Careless copies to be xeroxed to get the wrap
One lonely emcee I be
Got multiple personalities
The sun was beating down
neck then have you sayin that's my shit
Yea yea that's my shit
Real niggas put the time in
Say you lookin for that Mary J thang real love you done found
It's goin' down, liquor store
Must go down, goin' down
Bouncin' to the liquor store
'Bout to purchase me a forty-O
Liquorice types, bootleg
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