Lyrics:
Jasmine
She's a magic carpet rider oooh that's it get it bitch
Oh you Jasmine
Big grip make her do flips
Couple trips make her do tricks
Nice ass not a big
you what it is
How you a real nigga you aint raising up yo kids
I think they mind playin tricks on 'em
I'm a real nigg cant nobody see me
I think they
all about timing
I just took you out to eat
Don't think that's not me trying
I don't trick n treat cuff you up in wiring
I want you to know me
My life
gimmie
I can pay for my nails and my feet
That's cheap (that's cheap)
27 inches on my weave
Twice a week
I need a real balla who
Who plays for keep
a vaccine now but I still ain't takin' it (God)
We all saw that nurse who passed out from that shit
Live on TV, miss me with that funny shit
I don't trust
Display it to the public with the hope that it gets published right
Verse 3
Rhinos moving birds for the cheap
Team filled wit hunger got an appetite for
a criminal’s roll, hoodwinked and bamboozled deceived by make believe you get it, “Make Believe”. It’s a game to keep you lame, def dumb and that’s a shame
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
need more than talk to persuade me that you a ruler
And not no false prophet here to trick my medulla
Amblagada
I prosper through the raging
a fee
Especially, if u expecting blessings
Game far from cheap
Parton me, these diamonds talk for me
Don't even park by me
Real life, you on thin ice
of evil
I trap the wealth for health & all my fallen people
The Money Guy is lethal
You know I’m bound to shine
The road ain't cheap, but I swear these
Turn me all way up
l know l got that flow back nigga
You got couch here
Real rap peel back in the Mac black
She ain't at where I'm at send that ass
history
A legend you define me
Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row
Fuck what you say we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat
said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
Verse 2:
Now that's a shame,
you done fell in love with another nigga in the game
You done tried
stacking right on me
The lies on me
Defied by me
The lines y'all see, are defined by me
Can't see the vision, y'all blind, I see
I can, take so much, that is
years before Christ was born
My essence was battling evil
Seen unspeakable crimes by the devil
Unbelievable tricks like Knievel
Can't come close to my
behind
I ride by and they say "He fine!" They talkin' 'bout ma board, not me, man
I ain't lookin' as sleek an' stylish-ma board my wingman!
The girls be
on the original version (yup)
But this is the remix
With the cheap tricks
Hitting sweet licks
And I cut the braids off, but the waves and the fade'll make you
in a pinch
When the Glock exploded
And best believe a lady tricks ain't for kids
And I'm the only thug that love 'em
And you know who I is (Yung Dirt)
Perogative praised positively, I'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle, they admit that I'm with it
Simply soothe, well move, vinyl
Rag top slowin' down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uh
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin' Tanqueray
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
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