Lyrics:
hanging by a thread a n***a tired
I earned all my stripes a n***a like a tiger
clways do my best to do right by her
Why I got her in my bedroom singing like
Raised by Queens so I could never love a bitch
Grandma's prayers the reason that the Rebel still exist
Nights my stomach was growling man I swear I
won't give ‘em back
If you had em n I got em know he never coming back
If you talk behind my back
Don't forget to kiss my ass
Pretty face, white
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
fashionista, black diva,
Have you seen her? The black grim reaper!
I'm so hot, damn I might have a fever!
I don't kiss ass, n*gga I'm no pleaser
I'm causing
Tell em kiss my ass, while I'm showing off my draws,
Fuking on the game n you know I do it raw,
It's like pussy holes cus they all be wet n soft,
They
piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
Too much money, too much cash
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
We got
why'all can kiss our ass
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be -you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that
can go
So I chase the bag by any means
N mind my own business smoke a lot a weed...
Stay on my qs n my ps tap dance on a couple keys
Real niggas know
tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance
You took my pain n made me gain a way to love again the way i feel it's unreal you more then friend
Hook
Can I tell you bout this one I met
Fell
and we real bad ass
You know we got panache style, sass
Gettin' mad ass keepin' it under glass
Pizazz and class we kiss in the back
Spittin' mad trash
anymore
My cold heart shows no love no more
Breakin' in your house
From your fancy back door
I'll make sure you gonna kiss your posh-n-dirty floor
Cuz I'll
wit niggas, cause niggas get you robbed
I don't love on these hoes cause they be slob'n on my knob
Then they take they ass home n kiss you all up in
Luca Brazi in some new Versace’s
I Shoot the shotty I don’t do karate
My view Godly got Buddha by me
My boo foxy like Uzumaki
She out here lookin'
to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz,
like the James Gang
Now I tell em all the same thing
Ya'll can kiss my ass
2 middle fingers up yup
Ya'll can kiss my ass
2 middle fingers up yup
Ya'll
I'm a force
Liberty pass that torch
Face chiseled, drip drizzle
Soft lips that would neva kiss you
Broad shoulders and a fat ass
If you put the tip in
used to
Change my diaper every day
Yeah my mom go hard
She raised a real-ass n word (Nigga)
She must be pretty cute
Because I look like handsome
that "murder, death, kill."
You got me all fucked up. I'm the abominable flow-man.
Kiss ya ass goodbye. Your record deal was standing under missile toe.
the rafters
Just follow me,
Yeah we headin' for disaster
I be the king who rained
Brain stormin in my castle
So you can kiss the ring, bitch
Or you can kiss my
I gotta look out for me everybody can kiss my ass
Just tryna keep my peace of mind
Whooooah
Whooa Whooa Whooa
Just tryna keep my peace of mind
Come here girl let me kiss on you baby
Smack and that ass and drivin you crazy
No they ain't fuckin wit mine
You can tell by the way she designed
I'm paranoid still got it on me
I don't know that n***a, he ain't my homie
N****s won't there with me, I was going through that bullshit by my lonely
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