Lyrics:
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
to make brothers lick her, below the belt
Takin trips to Virginia with a key at a time
Makin 42 G's at a drop of a dime
Now she's thick but what about
lil shawty that what's understood don't gotta be discussed[00:40.31]I'm with my homies all of us[00:42.07]I'm with my homies all of us[00:44.27]I need
Been a whole year, Dubskii in a spliff
(Oh, yeah)
Asked 'em, how many Vatos got hit?
Deli, Breezo, Bito, Sitch
Why you claim I got beat by a blick?
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
everything necessary for me to move forward in life comes to me.
42. The Prince of Peace lives in me. His name is Jesus Christ. Therefore, my life is filled
live a different kind of lifestyle, different colored diamonds
Some get degrees I dropped out just for rhymin' but
These days
(Fucking days)
I ain't been
begun
So one day three clowns came here dressed in red
Followed by a circus and a lady in white
Then everything here has changed
Now ask to the Stork
him 'til the end of days I'll praise him all from the dusk 'til dawn
I'm just tryna find a way to be saved by grace yes I want
Some more, said I want
Big Daddy
My chick a baddy, give me good good
Graining on the wood, woodpecker made in hood
Fair maiden reign in Brooklyn by the way of the slave trade
anyumisa obulamu bwange
Njagala nkutwaale show you how to live
Nkulage nti you ah roll with a real g
Keep you by my side never gonna leave you lonely eh
days off
You're not a two reason, but five ain't one
Long live ben and forever, my heart
This shit ain't a game
This shit can get critical, nigga
Top
the colorway"
I gave my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray
claiming they some animals, then buck then bitch[00:25.48]Lurk and chirp like a bird all you do is cluck bitch[00:28.11]Big asia big leo roar before I clutch
at the very top level, your craft and assumptions are the work of the devil
Things have got to change in the modern day society, people take their lives
Today was a good day
New crib got ways to go
At peak I might just
Sponsor queens
At blue flame
Get called her boo thang
Down south
With a whole lotta
better I been learning how to chef
Fuck a nigga bitch never have regrets
Ya bitch gone do it too have a level head
Leather soft whipping it by the edge
an enigma
Haunted by the stigma of incest
she tried to hide the scars
Her name reminds me of the stars
I saw diamonds divide
In the corners of her eyes
she
comb[00:55.85]loss her power like Samson when she cut him off, somehow knew to pick up the pieces one by one[01:01.74]Don't worry about getting splinters from
a bull at every problem at hand
But when I see her walk by me I can't even pretend to be
A normal and sane human being and a functioning person
Fuck
It
it to Medina like the prophet Muhammad
Peace be upon he, and, we MC's
Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree
Word up
I wanna send a big
a big drip from the deal innit
Me with it, i see many
I got a big dick for her P innit
Me in it, D in it
Don't sleep in it
Eh eh ehh
Lo looking for
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