Lyrics:
me some shit
About this world
About these girls
And how I dog, my bitch!
My next album was bootleg
Ain even come to the stores
Cause a nigga stole it
and punks, never ever want to see me in power
Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice
still love you like my first million
You got my hypnotized like the scene with B.I.G. and I reverse wheelin' (damn)
CÎROC boys, blue circle business,
tripping
I ain't slipping
I rap now I ain't tricking
I don't care if she pretty hoe
And I got Diddy dough
And I done had every bad bitch in the city
Yo and I
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
sets
Flew in em pearl jets (ooooohhhhh)
In a style make a low profile girl smile
Throw a chick back like a blue print trial
Now u and me can drink some
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Boy you couldn't walk in my shoes let alone afford em
Heard your last album and I swear I died of boredom
He asked for a verse and I flat out ignored
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling, for real
Baby, I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
You, glory (oh
mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
Richard Pryor and Ronnie Bump.
Skinned knees from being bad-ass little boys.
Police si-re-ns and baby screams
Was average noise.
Hip-Hop came,
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
and
Tell them color me bad blue faces
Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down
My home girl got a credit card scam
She got a scholarship to college but
than fifty shades of grey)
Livin' in a house of blues (livin' in a house of blues)
Takin' it day by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose
a birthday, confetti
I’m running up to the top, yeah
Rockin’ it makin’ it hot, yeah
You are an opp and it’s bad for my vibe
I heard that you album’s a flop,
the weeping willow were two crosses side by side
Won't you come on home boy
Yeah your mama's mighty blue from missing you
cause a bad heart condition and
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay
the skrilla
BHP, FV, I'm just sayin nobody's realer
(Nobody) Fuck you and your feelings, boy
(They know) Fuck you and your feelings, boy
(They know) Fuck you
understand
You
You asked to be put on this level and I ignored you
And now I see
[?]
So the bong is where I stare
Girl. You know I love you, girl. You
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
to brag
Truth I'm broken in fact
I gotta hard drive packed full of sad boy raps
Too bad you've never heard em'
Pretty sure you never will
Cause success
hard like boy blue
If not, you ah go make this boy blue
Take you by the hand and make you understand
I just wanna love you tonight
Take you by
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