Lyrics:
at the stats, I'm Cersei
That's another head gone
You could be right and alive
Or you could be dead wrong
We don't hide out unless man's in Croatia
We go
name ringin bells
I was just tryna build my clientel
Picture me rollin, thuggin by myself
Cause what you gone do when ain nobody there
If only i knew
well, back once again by popular demand
It's '87, y'all, so no more Roxanne
Just an everlasting name on some tapes that playin'
I let the new
Domino motherfucker what's happenin'?
(Ah, nigga, eat a dick, nigga)
(Don't break my mama's new glass table, nigga)
Yeah, fuck that, fuck what
a snowman,
and pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married? We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job when you're in town.
Later on, we'll
emcees, so what you gonna do to this?
You may be older than me, but you're new to this
'Cause I been out here, Queen of Emcees
When your man was walking
I'm not your bleach blonde Barbie doll
When you're lonely you can call
I wont come running to you
I'm not your side piece summer fling
I don't want
the board
Think just yesterday you wore a sword
Watch your new years evening wash away
You're on the floor, can you hear me troubadour?
Alvin row
you're bound to get slapped
And then we'll take it to a level where you're gonna get clapped
And then we'll all be up in court, I don't got time
Here we go-o, uh-oh
Every two records you do scenario
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland, hey
We'll be walking in a winter
Now every night you fight for your ass
They say what goes up must come down
All hustlers know that sound
Cause you're here today, gone the next
I'm gone
Bitches be warned
Word is bond you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Giuliani
He rubbin' my niggas wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick of all
There's somethin' goin' on around here
I've been watchin' and the signals are clear
A nervous laugh when she brushes her skin
The sweaty palms,
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
Is this seat taken miss?
America? No? Well you should be a model I'm
New in town so could you show me around?
Can I call you sometime?
I'd like
the name of the
Song should be you know
The "Theraflu" song?
PW: yeah
KW: yeah, we’re about to give it a new name
PW: It’s getting that big – they’re
Going
You'll come down
Hold my hand, we'll figure this out
When the lines in the snow fade away
I'll be here, when they're gone
You could stay in the smokeclouds
the angel hears)
Signora, sing for us
Don't be a martyr (disgraziata)
What new surprises lie in store? (ah)
Your public needs you
We need you, too
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
Well, have heard about it
All the new talk on the streets
I'm coming on hard, baby
I hope you're ready for a brand new me
So get your head out
Than a pandemic
More police brutality but no posts
On who filmed it aww shit, the grid is gone
Universal mind blown, c'mon!
What you gonna do when
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