Lyrics:
interested, bumblebee, interesting intellect
Infamous pinky ring, Slumerican everything
In the mix Ballers Eve, player spin that kicking tune
Been up in that
like Flippa, but I gotta stash house
Don't like the Xans, that shit make me pass out
Dunk on a nigga, call me Quavo Stackhouse
She want my money, but
Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha
I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got
or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off
Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug
for snitching,
they dying for snitching, O-K!
Those who break the code, we dig them hole.
What's worse than a street nigga that sells his soul?
it first
Stuff that girl wit d-ck till her head burst
Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy you ain’t did sh-t I had done said worst
other than a Tight End
Had a Washington Hieghts friend
Who bring that white in.
Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in
Sat down at Sole, popped
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient
Real niggas ain't bad at it
These motherfuckers who owe me
Chopping off their head now
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working
the wolves
Surrounded by mountains
Forests are lightless
Hear me out, I'm heartless
Don't be weak, they're mindless
(Mix that shit)
Mix that shit with my
cats
Just me Ty and B.I.g, thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, who else fuckin with that?
Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that
Other than
my soul
With the dope there's no girl
I'm on a one way box to the top
I'm hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block
I'm in
workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this
occurred that you heard I
Reduced the friction
With crucifixion
Let loose the mix
Then boost the piston
Eric hit 'em with' some of that
Cut like
quarter croc, sharper than a pastor
B Sig bring the light to the masses
Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
One shooting can lead to three
friend Billy who live just across the way
The world belonged to us forever on from that day
Until we ran into that sneaky girl from down the street
Who
the saying you are what you eat
That's the main reason why I don't eat meat
But I can say a fresh rhyme off a fresh beat
And like,and like,and like,and
by the O-P-M kings
Rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits
And be the uppest that the main thing
Catch graffiti wreck on my city set
My
my team goes by the OPM kings
rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits
and be the uppest that抯 the main thing
catch graffitIwreck on my
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
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