Lyrics:
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
all night and I sleep all day
It takes more than biscuit, baby, to chase these blues away
I've got a long enough leash
I could almost hang myself
and I sleep all day
It takes more than biscuit, baby, to chase these blues away
I've got a long enough leash
I could almost hang myself
It's a dogs
matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits
Get your kibbles and bits, ain't no riddles
I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in
almost booked a beach trip
But they didn't have a way
They baked biscuits at daylight
For whoever might stop by
But they didn't get a lotta callers
your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in
don't see them on a day to day basis.
Buffoon: "My father's shit stinks up the bathroom all fuckin' day!"
Valedictorian: "It's puzzling why one person's
Jason
Huh, he said what about who, who he facing
Hate for no reason, lil bro what's your basis
Stop that boy right in his tracks like some stasis
He
on the on the day to day basis don't wait to be with me the day that I'm winning
I'm focused on money the last thing a nigga be worried about is the bitches
out fights
But these days I've been feeling so empty inside
No soul or no conscious yet no fear to hide
Trapped in my sanity stuck on this ride
Victim
Got the skills from the chicktionary
Read it like a nerd with his dictionary
Cuz when we turn up it's a regular basis
Mind fuckin girls just by
by me
God, help me somehow
There's no time for survival left
The time is now
'Cause this might be your last chance to disco, oh-oh, oh-oh
by me
God, help me somehow
There's no time for survival left
The time is now
'Cause this might be your last chance to disco, oh-oh, oh-oh
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
tu ma snitch
Every f**ky day boys dey die
Y..life gat things in the dark
Y..legend always need to die
Mama cry for the shit
For her boy to retreat
Tori
hurts so bad that you're drowning in toxic
Wishing one day i could be heartless
But i said i would always look out for you
And you'd feel the same too
Bother me? I'm zoning out
Do my work and hold it down
Hope one day I hold the crown
Peep the swag and tone it down
Yeah my phone was zoning out
No one's
multi-spigots
I get her titties soapy I
Grab her by the biscuit's
And yo i fuck her gently
I clean her dirty business
She's screaming Jesus help me and
Can I have
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
Try and pay pray for me now
Losing all my ways in the part of the basis yeah
More pressure high dey stake on bars
I've been driving in my dreams no
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
couldn't wait to get loose (pump, pump)
'Cause back in the days, on the side where it's at
A nigga had to have a fat stack (pump, pump)
And I was a fool,
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
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