Lyrics:
About "I'll fuck you up," he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All-day demonstration beat conversation
Ain't no funk
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
the ones claiming they your homies
Power to the people, how are we not equal
Don't fall victim to the root of all evil
If my life was like a movie would
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness
She said, Pursue your interests, cause even If
I'm ticket less, I'll be there, by your side
In your
live (blam!)
No heads, but they all funky
And drunk, drinking old Spunky
Don't be shy, everyone's able
Hit the floor, leave your nugget on the table
Ballin, flexing and I hit it from the back now
Shorty mad but she lovin how the tracks sound
Hear the sound, she gon make it bounce then she
Spend
[Verse 1]
New theme song
You may sing along
I keep bitches comin' back like a see saw
When it comes to these tracks, I'm regal
I got big dreams -
of an ignoramus nation without eyes
Simple conversation struggles hard to reach the station
Riding tracks of negativity and pushed by separation of our minds
All I
me
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
The kiss that you would give me
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
record the rest
Gone within my footsteps
With no tracks left behind
Shot down, on the ground
Lost in all its prime
When I leave this world then maybe I'll
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
track
And my words come
Back to back
And packed with all the action
Flow so smooth
It gives you satisfaction
Rest in peace to niggas that be asking
AJ
she ugly as f-"
Tired of looking back
Trying to look in tact
Tired of seeing money by the gram and losing track
Tired of cookie cutter friends they
niggas
Boy you know I'm dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
At 17, I caught me a felony
Influenced by the movie Belly
I got on all black just like
your career is done like Johnny Carson's
Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, start an arson
Now that I got that out my system
Watch me stab up the track
Yeah don't talk to me, please don't
I smoke too much diesel
Can't talk 'till I breath out
Can't think 'till I leave you
Can't wait 'till you're
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Find out where your parents stay
Tell my
niggas out here
None of why'all niggaz out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what?
You want it?
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
now come and see what I'mma do
It's Twista the Jason of rap on the track
And I hit you with the Midwest flow
Even if you ain't ready yet, all I gotta
of simpletons
Wiped out all my sympathy
Never knew I was a murderer
Consumed by retribution
Met with anger and dismay
In search of absolution
Now I will leave
yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always
Rejoice in the sound of my voice, bitch, you don't have a choice
Just a third of my will will
who's about
Frontin' like he's buntin', deceivin' the delinquent
Rappers on track, bustin' out a medium
For those opposed, who manifest a diss
Pete
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