Lyrics:
Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got
just needed a laugh, man, ay
She gotta accent. She must’ve seen all the stacks, man
Fuckin’ your girl while I drive by some campers. You know that she
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's
street skills,
Through Chicago just to fuck with kells,
Yeah, money by the bail,
Mailman nash said ya better cuff ya girl,
I can change your life,
man to the right, to the left, all is well
And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve
Killers jumping off by the evenings now
97'
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
Pusha T
I go to Phlavz when I'm in Chicago
My brother the owner, I'm eatin' for free
I brought a million in cash around
So stop tellin' niggas you
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
to Toronto
I once hit a girl up in Chicago
But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto
Yup, you know how the date rape go
'Cause we show the classic
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By wearing
to Toronto
I once hit a girl up in Chicago
But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto
Yup, you know how the date rape go
'Cause we show the classic
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered
gardez votre énergie
J’entends les murmures des séraphins la nuit
I’ve just landed in Portugal, Lisbon
Quite a long staying, Big meat T-Bone
Good life, big
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
''73 This man got shot, African traitors with rifles
Blocked the car that he and his wife were driving
See this man was a strong lion, down for
when I was three in Gymboree, they took my ball
To think I ever thought of just forfeiting
I'm out in Portugal snorkeling
Hit the cruise ship in boat
There's no mind in this man
Touch me? You gotta be damned
I'm fucking round, ain't no plan
I'm fucking round with my fans
Inside the Walmart I'm
I'm the hottest lil nigga from the U Park ain't nothing
But a call to JR to let his tool spark im from Chicago
Where the scamming like pool shark
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
or have it your way
France, Spain, Switzerland, and Norway
While you were in the local scene still tryna block the door ways
We rocked Germany, Portugal
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By
of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took
man
Until he takes the helping hand
A spirit walks
An angel prays
By your side at night unseen through the alleyways
Who knows the spirit who
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