Lyrics:
My mum and I we live alone
A great apartment is our home
In fairhome towers
I have to keep me company
Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet
Some plants
of the story
Say you are a good girl, but you got it real bad
Two sides of the story, two sides, two sides of the story
Going way up 'cause you hold me down,
weddy weddy weddy)
Mic check (Ladies) One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up)
One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up) One two I can't hear myself (Turn
what y'all (yeah go 'head baby)
I hear you talkin' mama (go 'head baby)
Now feel me out boo-boo (go 'head baby)
Yeah, uhh
From the introduction,
Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don
I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me
Loungin', between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
"Stop, stop"
He said, "Are you talking sex or what?"
I guess she didn't realize what she started
Next thing you knew she was acting retarded
She said
tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
We got two tribes
We got the bomb
We got the bomb, yeah
Yeah
Sock it to me biscuits, now
Are we
Weltering in speed in the city of Beijing
China Ferrari Sex Orgy DEATH CRASH
Left one man dead, two women paralyzed
China Ferrari Sex Orgy DEATH CRASH
much, have sex with me
Not right now, look you know I got the ex with me
She like fuck that, I don't care Dom
So selfish and that really isn't fair Dom
a tooth fairy
See you getting clapped up
I'm coming like a visionary
Pole looking Bloody Mary
Hitting anybody near me, my own friends moving wary
hate Kelly Clarkson, True
I hate holding farts in, True
I hate TC, he's just trying to feed his family
I hate NASCAR, gay bars and hard candy
I hate
ain't gotta sex it, message or text it
I don't wanna do you and I
Like I'm in Leicester skippin' my lectures
We used to ride 'round all reckless
Open the door
Is there anybody home?
The Doors Of Perception – Pt.2.
A door in the dark
Should I knock or stay outside?
‘Cause what’s there, so
[R. Kelly, talking]
Oh! Ladies it's ya boyfriend, Kels
Do or Die, I told y'all
We lookin' for them magic chicks
The ones that can make that thing do
ready
Tried to piss on me, that's who you are
Kelly get it? R kelly I'm pissed off
More pissed off than Rick Ross
When he finds out there's more barbecue
moved to mess
Who you are, from who's your friends, I've got
Space for you, and two in the Benz
Ain't no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)
But
God will control that
Every time we slip and we fall
Gotta get back up and fight on
We are not defined by our past
The future look bright
I see
Joan Pt 1, 2
Joan, Joan, tell me, are you dead or are you angry?
Did you change your clothes again? You said red was all the rage
With you head upon
think we live in era meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By usin' a special
motherfucker, I'm a shoot up like an AK
My white house higher than Willie Nelson, on dabs the wax is melting
These clouds are smoking, help me, I'm flying
tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
We got two tribes
We got the bomb
We got the bomb, yeah
Yeah
Sock it to me biscuits, now
Are we
to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection
And let me
a 40 in my lap
Back in 2nd grade, I carried a lunch box
Turned 21 started smokin crack pots
Snortin that D by the dime
Wish I could slow down, I
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