Lyrics:
spells catastrophe
Elizabeth, Marcia, Daphne
He wanted mo' sex
The bitch stole his Rolex
You know why? The bitch shouldn'ta been trusted
Do you wanna love
and the crew
She like my lil body she like my lil groove
They compare me to baby I got sum 2 prove
You may never get in, get the ball and shoot
All dem haters be
their boo boo
I’m giving em boo boos
Intro to their new boo
Now he my boo too
Got his diddlin up in her doodle
You might just think its a little bit woo
the best
That I can
Money doesn't make the man
It's where you at and how you stand
In this universe on a grain of sand
Still could use a billion or maybe
wet from sweat
Are you having fun yet?
By now you should know
You're living in the show
(We like it like it
Like like it like that)
Flat screens,
when he screamed
Please, don't ghost me
Babe whatever you do 'cause
I've been haunted
By a woman or two
And you're making me frightened
Cause I feel
and goes by slowly you just have to enjoy the path
Live like me with the flower on the ass
Let the good times in life roll
It's easy to improvise, you just
a thou today and make it back by tonight
I'm trying keep a balance like I'm riding on a bike
It's hard not to shine once you in the spotlight
It's harder
on a new beat with a loose leaf I'm the crew chief and not losing truly
Had to Do Me when I was moving two things then I had to turn brand new leaves you see
Chorus
[Super Sperm] 4X
Verse Two: KRS-One
Whatever you could do or say inside a bed
Scott LaRock has done and most likely said
He
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C notes by the layers, true da life players
Jump in
don't give a fuck, he got two just like you
There's a another girl in the dope man's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
Just call her
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
Hey you in the strapless black dress
Lookin like an actress
All natural, not one bit of plastic
I'm distracted by the way you move
Talkin to you
See
Bring that shit on back
Woah
Woah
Uh, Uhn
If you want to fuck we gon fuck
And if I wanna have sex with your friends
Ima do it in a Benz
I'ma spend
to help my niggas clean up; some
niggas no longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed
and grieve. It's a cold ass world, niggas. Kill
LDN to AMS
I don't send no text
I'm way too blessed
Having two bad B's singing my lyrics with chest
It's better than sex
It's better than sex
She love
Ah
Ah
My dog a shooter, I can't get his ass to chill
So I just tell him keep his head up in that wheel
And shoot for 30 on them drills
Traumatized by
sound of this, something's comin'
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls
that I'm that nigga then you picked the wrong one
'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun
Hot bullets burn some say that them bitches stun
So raise
who don't believe it
Where do I begin
So many words were written of
The coming of the Lord
A thousand years of prophecy
Just can't be ignored
God in
Cali and NY
do not, like they think, represent you and i
so I won't think cuz you bought my CD its my right
to tell you lies about what to believe in
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
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