Lyrics:
B. song
I maul fifty MC's, divided just by one
Now who's the greatest motherfucker other than myself?
Droppin' lyrical vitamins for your health,
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
should wife a brownskin woman
I prefer banging sex
Suck this dick wet
Check give that neck
Chick pass me that back
Paparazzi credict fans
Calling me
for doin' stupid shit, you see what you made me do to you?
We was feelin' bad for you, you little fuckin' liar
Just like that lightskin gay nigga from
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
I got 2 bad bitches im my mufuckin whip
I just pulled up wit ya hoe on my dick
Said she know i
I got dough like a pimp
Ro- roll by stray shots
a- suck a dick or something
Yeah, what's understood ain't gotta be explained
Ayy, strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money dance, money dance, just
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
my dick taste?
Bro rap is fucking therapy
Happy we make ish look easy
Truth is she need me
I saw by her bikini
Like string bean linguine
Looking Dreamy
Let me put it in perspective
They tell me niggas talking
But my hearing is selective lane switch
Main bitch appearing in my section
Your album never
a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out
niggas starvin' cause we all ate
Ain't no love in these streets, boy it's all hate
If you not certified you can't even stand by me
Swear I can't wait for
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
time
You ain't never ever got to choose my side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom bye bye
Think I might fuck
your only love never brings you joy?
What's left for you?
All this art in me took arteries out my chest for you
Until I'm all out of breath
With my dogs
try to get it right
Dre promised me records, I never got 'em
That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him
For all my albums missed records
Felt he
say to me bitch
Said that shit about a thousand times
I got it all going like
Bad bitch on my dick
Came back to the track
Gotta carry on
Fuck that
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
on the Ville like a lobster tail
Talk best box free like Ike and them
Talk the best bitch for a Happy Meal
Gerald, ayy, yeah
Fuck with me and get some
with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome
Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than
ever
Havin big dreams while we back up
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