Lyrics:
of your man eye
Not to mention he can't help it because I'm fly
The plan is
I stroll by
Big bubble Chanel shades with diamond tips
Get up close
Yeah
Yeah
My nigga
Tre
Yeah
Yeah
Just bought a new whip for my bitch
I'm in this bit surrounded by some killers
Me and my niggas strapped up with
Intro:
Sleepy Kid (echoes)
The Culprit
IA...(whispers)
Laughter inaudible...
Chorus:
You ain't ever heard of the other me tearing up the curb
then I sing a hook
Fuck you one time for the history
Then I don't come back I'm a mystery
Cheer for me
Toss a beer for me
Imma do it by myself this is
Zion I intro:
Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need.
Gimme what I need gimme what I
Need. Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need.
dead dad
Soap bars, cigars, and q tips
Whose list of flaws ain't long as dude's is
Who's this? Thought his name meant clever
Never heard a worse verse
your check
What you smoking
Come drop in on my tip in my cup with that lean in it
Walking with a limp counting money I got green money
Crack his fucking
to prodigy these niggas still shook
Ones in my pocket guess I gotta go cook
Another boom bap beat rap it with no hook
If I want to ya BM wanna come around
improvising
(Zebulon, Q.F. Da Funkee P, Mac Maestro)
ooh, huh, wow
(Zebulon)
Yeah improvising, certain naturalizing,
right now here we're socializing
I'm in
to the store
On the early mornin' tip some time 'round four
I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim
When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude
at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even
to Mars, I’m surfing the belt
And whip that a-- n---a I can’t self
If a n---a wanna sign me, better come find me
Eating my salami, drinking my Dasani
Yeah
It's been a long time coming screaming welcome to the intro
Snuck in to the game like I'm walking in on my tip toes
Ten hoes said my drip harder
and thangs
On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man
She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?)
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard
Intro (Fat Pat)
N****z betta see a n***a roll
Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's
Chorus (Fat Pat)
Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
need maybe four or more
To spilt the sea from J to Z you see
A.I. is our crossover into eternity
SHIT come A$AP the boats gettin Rocky
Even if they lock
maybe four or more
To spilt the sea from J to Z you see
A.I. is our crossover into eternity
SHIT come A$AP the boats gettin Rocky
Even if they lock me up
sweet lips
Your hips is where the sun at
We wrote the night A Tribe Called Quest
Q-tips in your ear Midnight Marauder for Auset
Ah yes, your feminine
like the devil or a Q-tip
She the only one who fell in love and seen Cupid
I don't fall in love, if you thought, then you're stupid
Cut yourself, cut me
mine
But a friend like you aint hard to fine
Maybe im the fucked one
Maybe i should've told you
By the time u was already done
Q
If i pushed u off
on me now if I ain't got it off
My jeans a couple beans, my jacket worth a Q of soft
I wear $1000 fit and still go shop at Ross
I ain't wanna be shit but
Intro:
Oh you messed upppp,
Fuckin w the gang and u get stretched uppp,
“You already know when me n ocho on the collab y’all niggas fucked up”
(Killarmy in this motherfucker)
Intro/Chorus:
Yo, Killarmy, we the last armaggedeon
Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin
In the streets, or in
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