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Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It's the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up
want a what?)
My 30 just came with a knife
Be cool or your lip will get split
(or your lip will get split)
Lil' bro used to play with them nicks
Now he
walt
i can't fuck with a mickey
earning my wings, little nicky
will i am smith how i flow (jiggy jiggy)
haters don't want me around, i'm a hicky
baby
You've turned your back on me
And left me alone
I saw this house, so high
Will it take me to the sky
Another life, another soul
Taken by
uncle, you still know when I don't feel
And I tote a Smith & Wesson, not a Smith and Will
I heard everything you said, you just mad a nigga here
Outfits
get jiggy with niggas
Don't make me Will Smith me a nigga
I just told a model, "You only my side ho
I will put you out, ho, you must think you Latto
say some cry
Can't get by so later on they die
Because the strong will survive
The weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
lady
When we are down can I still see your perfect smile
If I failed will you still be by my side
Tho I'm not perfect for you
But good or bad I will
and Elder Smith
Oh, I knew we'd get paired together
Your location will be France
France, land of pastries and turtlenecks
Two by two
I guess it's
live little J Smith
Be as me a dude, yea I can't starve
But that ain't all so if I call
If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me
employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by
legend and I will Smith
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
That's how you let the beat build, bitch
Now that's how you let the beat build,
And my nigga you get nameless
Fresh cut like will smith ooh
Bad bitch with a fresh prince ooh
Ex chick she the past tense ohh
Scam money they don’t tax
‘Dope Dilla’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
Let me show you young niggas how to kill a beat
Let a old nigga touch it like
that you nigga’s got it you never pressed record...
(Perfect)
BelAir fresh
Like Will Smith
No license still ride my whip
And I’m in the hills I can hide
Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps
I always got some kickback at them kickbacks
Known state to state for hunting bands
Play wit me, Play wit me, Play wit me, shoot
Stick on my hip, big Glock
Put her hips on my wrist, tiktok
Know I'm will wit a smith, Chris rock
Gotta
live
There ain't a life I'd give
There ain't I bitch I miss
Aye and that's some real shit
UK imma drill keep a will like smith
Either in court a no show
blows by
We can climb a rope ladder to heaven
cnd everyone will wonder why
We have our heads in the clouds
We could live in a Treehouse
Ya know, I can
rhymes, to people that need to get by
Cause i'm tryna' help people uprise
And stop their decline
Before they start feeling like they're 'bouta run out
still trip
OG in the Backwood and it slap good, that's that Will Smith
OG in the Backwood and it slap good, that's that Will Smith
High speed, going off
[Featuring Redman]
Chorus: Parrish Smith (from 'So What Cha Sayin')
Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel (4x)
So
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
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