Lyrics:
the fairest?
(You the motherfucking fairest, Nicki)
What I drop on this watch?
(I don't know, about a hundred-fifty)
Uh, I'm who they wishin' to be
These
my way
My mom's words seems like yesterday
Love Jesus, don't forget to pray
She must have gone with the boss D.J. right?
And feelin though, skinny
fail me
Like they got plans for ya
Ain't nothin' I can do when them laws get they hands on you
But I ain't listenin', even payin' attention
I'm just
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
can I put this love up on you one time? (Yeah, yeah)
If you ain't scared say, "What's up?"
In this club, in this club (yeah, hey)
They can keep
of the opus baby
What you got a feeling for
I can show you new things
Have you feeling spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes, miracles!
Yeah OK they
Hello, limoncello, it's gon' take me to the summit
Mello with the steeze and you know how I'm comin'
I just copped a P of the finest
I'm on all green
the ghetto so that you can see
What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
And talking 'bout
have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
To the borders ('cross the waters), understand
(And know that I love you) yeah, yeah
We got love in the place (yeah, yeah)
Shout out to all the Queens (all
before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear
probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your
niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking
the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I
at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really
before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear
blessing a G
T.I.P. will still be blessing CD's
So haters you can see these
Cause I'm back now with something to prove
Everything to gain pimping nothing
and P.E. (uh-huh)
DMC and Heavy D (huh, huh, huh)
Yes, Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (ooh-ooh)
MC Lyte opened doors for you and me, c'mon
Go back in
a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I
what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got (Southside Bronx)
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have
more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more
I like big booty and big ol' titties
Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many
So come and be my private dancer
I got some money if that's
Limpkit (say what?)
At least I got a P.H.A.T. Original band
Who's hot, who's not? (You)
You best step back, Korn on the cob (okay)
You need a new job
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