Lyrics:
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is
chill you give me
You're going down with me baby heart and all ooh yeah
Ooh baby I couldn't get any higher
This time I'm willing to dance on the wire
If
you always have the Lord by your side
And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran
Twenty red lights in his honor
Thank you Jesus, thank
Can't have you if I wanted to
Can't let you get away from me
Can have you if I wanted to
Can't let you go, no
This is something that I can't deny
Missed out on the lick had me pissed off
If ion fuck with a jit get stiffed armed
R Kelly with a Glock get pissed on
Make a fuck nigga jump like Kris Kross
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
sending out shots and you know that’s a constant
Who else rhymes with this level of intellect
In a world of bare kids ruining the internet
I’m a student
Can't Do Me This Way
Well, you don't care how I hurt
You don't care how I've cried
You gotta learn you can't do me
This way and get by with it.
envy me)
Gotta protect my soul, Can't let em get to me
Gotta keep a stick for my all enemies
Riding with a mixy
Who look like Anglie ( she look like
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
I can't
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
can get you sent off
She call me the Mac Daddy I am not in Kris Kross
She a classy chick
When she suck she crisscross
I rep the front street
I got
like I can't afford it
But you know I got the recipe, may I take your order
If you don't buy it I can take it to the border
With it taped
up in space
just by his grace
way too serene
cutting the snakes
serving bouquets
off white drip in celine
baddie outta your league
just get
nothin' to lose
There's a spot for you beside me on this stool
Come kick it with the losers (oh)
The outcasts and the sinners
chill you give me
You're going down with me baby heart and all ooh yeah
Ooh baby I couldn't get any higher
This time I'm willing to dance on the wire
If
of you
Oh, you tell me that you're sad inside
I'm sad that I can't satisfy
Yeah, I pray that I get it right this time
Maybe we'll be alright
Oh, you
Who gives a fuck? New
Children in the buildin'
We ride with no limit's shut the fuck up
Don't you hear me tryna finish?
I'm in a bad mood
Rob that
Lookin' in your eyes, makes me wonder how
I got so much time, with you and there's more around
I know all the competition that's after you
So I get
These tears are going nowhere, baby
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And now you can't get out of it
Don't say that
it till you make it, even jail break it
If you can't pray to The Lord, stop singing hail Mary
Be careful with what you wish for
You just might get
the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
By the bulge in my pants so let's do
can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff
to forget me
But they can't, cause like a champ I have got a record
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
On the mic, I believe that you should get loose
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