Lyrics:
the fuck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherfuckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
Y'all ready? Come on, one two three
Now first of all love god (love god)
Love myself (love myself)
V-Villa
[T3]
They say a nigga fell off when my nigga [Dilla] exited
3 albums later I kill 'em gotta represent
2 albums back [Baatin] had left
Kinda threw
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
YSL just like a F- boss
Just like a f- boss, just like a
Yeah, okay I'ma
Stoner, rotation three in slowmo
Ok, that's me, myself and I, so now I'm
Country Summer Saturday
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
Capo 3:
C/cm/F
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
r y3a I love it
Walk round with this cutta
Walk round with this 40 that's th3 sam3 thing kilt yo brother
Nigga actin gangsta h3 not from the gutta
Catch
support
Yea yea yeaaa
I Remember every word you said
Qbal man zor had blad
Thalla f s7ay7tak a waldi
Lghorba also des missions s3ab
Khatina wlad l9af
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
so-called "bigger three", huh
But every verse I lay, fans love to say, "Man, niggas is sleep"
But two hundred million records up though, it isn't a dream
Nik brk, w lm3icha khir m reels w tmnyik f TikTok real life thugs mousi9a lexta tête mort fo9 l vespa, hba punisher w nzido tesla memême etage w
the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s album number 3 Real Talk
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
muh'f***er
Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest, maximum overload
3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Ayo liv3
F*** is this
R.I.P to the competition
After we f*** we can not remain friends
I got b***es f*** them all by tens
This the lifestyle that
accomplished
And God will finish what He's begun
And we'll stand as the ones completed
By the miracle of His love
We'll sing of His goodness and sing to His
yet done
Dm F F G C | C | G |
With every chord a story of a time a time that’s come and gone
___________________ verse 2
Am G
Sitting by the fire
You just popped in the Lil Jon remix of "The Workout Plan", and
And five, four, three, two, one
And here come the five to the seven and six
I
[Verse 1]
Listen baby, sometimes I know I be playin but set aside the bulls***, I'ma grown a** man.
Whats to understand that I love to f***, Can I
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
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