Lyrics:
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
right here man
All these rappin' niggaz talkin about they dope boys, they real niggaz man
I don't know - I don't see these niggaz, feel me?
So I wanted
My God got no limits
Estoy viviendo la vida
Sí no kidding (Vamos leggo)
I, I, I
I'm locked in but this ain't prison
Yeah yeah
Everything that I do boy
just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be
Got me evil as an Eskimo boy can be
So I reached down with my patented Nanook
Of the North whale blubber
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
25/8 I a never let the bag go
Just beccuz u flexxxin on the Gram don't make you bad h**
Choppas make a n**** lean back Like he fat joe
Never had
Call me Simba, Hakuna Matata lord
No worries what we aiming for
But that ain't this world
Lost boy cold world...
Lost boy cold world
Mind racing, I'm
about a big enough fool to lay it all right down
And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
He knew this bunch of cutthroat?s would be mighty
How you wake up in the field
And you ain't got no safety
I just got me twin glocks
And they ain't got no safety
I just fucked this bitch raw
I ain't
made a song about Joe Ingles?
Yea
Lean drippin' down the drain, don't wanna get caught
40 body 20 and I double what you thought
This gotta be the first
boy! Lookit go
Holla holla, Kidd Kidd SQADer rider
Got my momma closet stocked with Prada
Top ta bottom steady piling
Live good, fuck ya problems
Prolly
seriously poked in
Your crack by ministers
Eww, these days rappers on my TV
Are braggers about their swagger rocking
Karats off of Ebay
But I ain't tripping,
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said, "boy, stop, let's go walkin'" (let's go walkin')
"You wanna be outside for this"
We just talkin'
What up
It's ya boy D.A.
Triple threat
But right now
I wanna tell you about this crazy broad I know named Debbie
Always getting me in trouble
Almost
news this morning from Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Papa said to Mama, as he passed around
Thousands of years later
On the streets of the capital
This same story needs to be told
About a young homeless couple Mary & Joe
Expecting their
wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
That
Regione
You a naughty boy, put this soap in your mouth
What's it about, I'm pissing in your shower and I still draw a crowd
You could sit and shit
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association
Yo I want to take this time out to dedicate this song
to one of the most beautiful ladies in the world
could never imagine
Yeah, Ole Mae, that's
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