Lyrics:
been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple
Willy with a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride
to see him (I just gotta see him)
(Lemme tell ya what she did)
Hopped out the taxicab, she almost didn't pay,
he let me get your bags, I got some
always representing where I’m from
From, from, from, from, from, from
And if a nigga wanna try me, better tell him roll right by me when he come
Come,
my oldest, you even got him to go thrifting
And 'One Love,' oh my God, that song, brilliant
Their aunt is gay, when that song came out
My son told
belt, yeah, I'm talking
Yeah his bitch is in the cut with me
Yeah, with me, with me, with me, with me, no
Surrounded by these thots, I hit once and go
Pop
like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about
him an F! (2x)
“Come on man!”
I’d give him an F!
Joe gives money away
For this and that.
But you gotta remember
What’s up with that.
and welcome to Hurlingham
Park. You join us just as the competitors are running out onto the
field on this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firm
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one
hold up, my leg'll be stuck
Hold up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin'
saying right now
What does she know?
Who is she to tell me about my situation
Well, I don't know your situation
But whatever it is, you should try
I need my 45
Nigga touch me and he knowing that it's going down
I ain't never had shit so i'm showing out
I be flexing on my ex's bitches so dumb
is breaking
She steps onto the platform, her new love by her side
He reaches in his coat, his had is shaking
The time has finally come, this really
looking for nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come quickly
Vivid memories of Chicago, south side where I go
From Reggies to The House of Blues,
making buckets
Put the .40 to his noggin make him feel nothing
Bringing beef to the table like I'm Joe Budden
We gone shock the whole world like this
they're just the Fab Three
And a cardboard cut out of John
With a very strange smile and no shoes on
Which starts a scurrilous John is Dead rumor
Which
, y'all givin' it up for him
That's good, y'all make me want to cry or somethin'
Alright ladies and gentleman, tonight is a special night
For one thing
sabatoge your killer vibe, I made a joke
So I can hide what it is I really feel inside
But in your mind, I be wildin' in them high
Out of my mind
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
It's a new day, switch the case
Semi the fully and spray
Nigga u can die today
Duck or get out
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
say I'm nothing without ya, but I'm nothing with ya
A man don't really love you if he hits ya
This is my notice to the door, I'm not taking it no more
.jpg/220px-Zooey_Deschanel_of_She_&_Him_@_Mercy_Lounge_04_(cropped).jpg "She & Him")
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