Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I see what you on tonight
Playfully pushing me when I walk by
Saying you don't want this smoke
Tequila in your glass yeah you sipping
Take a hit
Laying up in a 3-piece
He had more gravel in his heart
Than country backstreets
Family and friends they gather 'round
To mourn this man's death
Saying
on myself
I watched my life in parallels, it made me wanna rebel
I tell myself and my friends I'm good, don't need no help
We been living inside hell, how you
Where you were split by the good Lord
Done picked number three World War
Yeah that living room floor
Is your new bedroom for now
Adios señor
You don't
And I'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh?
Nigga rollin' short about paper
Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator
I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp
Diagnosed autistic, knew there was something different
Tried everything in power to try to make a difference
Got around the age of 3, worried that you'd never
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (who me?)
So at least he'll be a bitch-ass nigga dying in style
He didn't want to look up to me, now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell 'em on these
written in my bedroom
Bruuuum* Like Suzuki bikes
That's how I make my brains spark
Don't forget I introduced ya a$$ to triple entendres
You think
You'll pull up in Lotus
The hallways are golden
The floor plan is open
The bar stocked with potions
Got 7, 8 bedrooms, they all look like masters
With
all your illicit behavior
Trust Him today, say you're done with your sin
If you truly do this I promise you that He'll come in
He'll shovel out your
you forget to put anything in
The longer you dwell, the more it's like hell
You sit by the well just making a wish
It would be a shame to take too
you forget to put anything in
The longer you dwell, the more it's like hell
You sit by the well just making a wish
It would be a shame to take too
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
mama, I ain't got a choice
Just bought Maserati, fresh off the lot
And a house in the hills, with a three car garage
Six bedrooms, overlookin' the Bay
Running smokin loud yea we smell rich
Like White House's where we ain't live
Hit the white castle 3am by yo crib fuck man
And I miss that
Miss that
Miss
my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was
pussy
You'll get your own lane
With no speed limit's, so you can
Get there in a minute, ha
It's Dedication 3, it's no replacing we
That's like asking
Crimson love girl in my bedroom
Will you be my valentine?
I can whip you, you can beat me
Torture me till hell is mine
Crimson love girl in my
Milly Rock
Buss out a beetle it's all for the hell of it
Dress in all black like I work for the president
Money ain't problems my stick it gone stop em
got my chop in my bedroom
I got all these glockys you can taste em
I don't fuck wit bitches I ain't friendly
I got shootas Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Choppas
you forget to put anything in
The longer you dwell, the more it's like hell
You sit by the well just making a wish
It would be a shame to take too
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