Lyrics:
on demon timing
I need a wet sign, I got the drip don't slip
Gotta tech nine, my clip gone twist
It's bed time, go give mommy a kiss
Before I pull out my
immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
Dangerous MC's
Uhh (check it out) uhh
Diamonds
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
Dangerous MC's
Uhh (check it out) uhh
Diamonds
make it bigger
mene slim se ase3 ne enfa
sesia boi na ye yie boi na ada
i came from trenchies and i came for the guap
boi and and am makin it up from
wick, a kerosene twist
Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber
Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now
Numbed up for my
in the place where the suckers are basin'
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
We gonna roll it raw
That's what you but it for, come on
You roll
in the place where the suckers are basin'
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
We gonna roll it raw
That's what you but it for, c'mon
You roll in
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
played on the radio
It's a no-brainer" Both
Songs are slow-burning, sensual
Ballads that seem slightly at odds with
Meek's traditionally louder, brasher
twenty
If you loan me your ear
I'll return it with interest
If not, I'll simply twist your wrist
So listen up closely
With thoughts to recoup me
'Cause I
I've been waitin' at the CC
Whirly
Surely you know by now
Come on, Whirly
Whoooo
Go on baby
You're cool
Shake it around
One, two, three
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
message
Uh
So funky
Uh
So funky
Uh
So funky
The batteries I use are called Duracell
They last for three weeks so they do me well
Don't be going
Told me I wouldn't get it
Then I went and I copped it
Blast off on a nigga
The whole team got them rockets
She twist and turn and pull it
Pass it
wick, a kerosene twist
Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber
Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now
Numbed up for my
why I'm here right now
Another plot twist
Yeah that's that look right there
Look at them
They don't like that
Yeah that's that look right there
Aye what
and your spell
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
Grab you by the (meow), hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree
are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way ninety-three: if it's hot, put ice in their bowl
One hundred loving ways
There are one
ama under
The flow so crazy like I pulled out the water
Grabing life by the balls and then twist it with a plunger
We dont need no stress we just
are a death trap
Creep chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions
Some even blessed that
It's only right though
I like em light,
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it
days later and she answered it again
So I asked to go to her place
It's a three hour drive for her to leave me face to face
Plot twist, plot twist
She
down
You don't know how your niggas
Feel bout you when you ain't around
So stop sayin they down
Break it down
By the code
I put a thousand on it
That
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