Lyrics:
Feed 'em to the lions
Drinking vodka sprite
We can go all night
Cocaine cut in lines
Captain Morgan Spice
I don't care if she's fire
If she aint actin'
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
Why the feds tryna nick all the youts
Ayy likkle girl, you look kinda cute
Yeah I'm built hard but my name's not groot
I'll fuck you up and pull you by
shocked when we drop
Ry here, Tone here, Eugene got the beat lock
Fire up the flame, we gon' hit em' with the heat rock
Big clouds, large flames, Eugene
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
you be my angel, angel
Okay, how low can you go? A half million records sold
Soon as all the cash hit the floor
(?)and I'm bout to blow
Rock your
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
thing
Stop saying it's only blondes that I bring
Cuz I almost singed Spice
Same label as Obie Trice
You scared of f*cking lice?
Who's that girl
Yeah
It's LND
It's LND
Welcome to the Album
I ain't ever rest
Made it to the top of this mountain
Caught in the mix
Stuck in the middle
Feel like
like I'm puff by the way that I'm dancing
Girls falling in line all the haters be glancing
Bought a new freezer Sip purp on an island
O's in the bank
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
what is you thinking?"
When I hit Henn' bitch fuck it, I'm swinging
Walk in the Nawf, you know that they banging
(You know I got to pull up
Hot Toddy
Hot Hot Hot Toddy
It's the brown chick
With the soft lips
And the thick hips
Walk by
Hit the hip switch
Get his dick stiff
Good girl
Still
but that comes with the spices
Por la noche vamos
Por la noche vamos
Por la noche vamos
At night we go
At night we go
At night we go
Girl you have my
words you think are tough
By movin? herbs, you think you're rough
Spice Girl figures, your hype man sucks
Y'all powderpuff, stop thumpin' stuffin'
chick Maryland
Carolyn, that's my old bae
Her and her best friend
They go both ways
Acrobats in the bed no Adobe
Spice girls thats adobo
And that's old
I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I
I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I
saying
I ain't friends with her
cm I the goat that I did interfere at a lunch table
cnd sit at a popular girls table
Then tell them about my record label
saying
I ain't friends with her
Am I the goat that I did interfere at a lunch table
And sit at a popular girls table
Then tell them about my record label
and hit erase
Eve my dear your my queen
I just got to make believe it
And let the universe align you'll see the sign
Eve my drummer girl your with the Lit
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
she on the pole
So I'mma go and get miles before I hit the dough
Girl pop that, pop that
When I say start don't stop that, stop that
Let a hot nigga hit
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