Lyrics:
sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-i-are, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in
devil, I'd rather marry Oprah.
Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black,
And my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don't owe jack.
You bite my style, I can
in love with the flick
Chandelier just wet, lookin' like I let her cum on my wrist
All the times I whipped
I left residue on the sink
All the times
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
resurrect through the night
Came alright in a flight
You jokers are flying with me
You landed right on my kite
You jokers are sippin' sprite
Man throw that
flight
Yeah Yeah
First flight, first flight, first flight
Verse 2
Love how you stay in your bag.
You’re good regardless, but honestly you’re way
less
You know stress cause niggas to forfeit
When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith
Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark
Thousands of years ago
In the Garden of Eden
Eve and Adam had an event
If you believe that, fine and well
But many others love to tell
A different
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
Some very impressive people
Well, my family has a foundation and we are always looking for new projects
Bit by bit
Putting it together
Piece by
William and Harry
Unstable the whole thing very unhappy
Youth duch duchess like attitude
Prince of Wales Charles twentynine first
Dating the sister
Most of you know of a story of a white girl - had a best friend
Her family - she loved them, but she couldn't tell them
About this little brown boy -
She from the hood but she pretty
Yellowbone with some brown eyes
Pussy good but she tell lies
I fell in love with a freak
I'll be the first to admit it
embody the Mafia theme
What else? Now my Damiere Lou' Vuitton and Supreme (LV)
Are you in Detroit, Motor City? (Detroit)
I run DMC, these niggas better
good to me, because I sold it for you
Maybe the hairs of my head could be counted, she said
But no one could ever count my love for you
Shall we eat
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
and the brown
Yo, I love Los Angeles, you can hear it in my music
Plus I got the scars to prove it
And man.. you don't understand what I understand
I'm
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest
Passin' any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sow
all witches in throw'em in ditches
if you front to this you just kit stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
should I begin trancept by
freaking
Love ain't defined by speaking
Love's like Bobby and Whitney
Definitely done my wrong
But you're always with me
I just love who you are
You helped
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