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New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
Bang beats like Dre and make movies like Cube
Tour the world like Flo, neck like Slick Rick
With a fire ass album like 50 gon' get rich
Cool like Cab
started with a mere hello)
Oh, you fakin' you're mad?
Oh, you wanna go home? Cool, you better call you a cab
I ain't takin' you home, yeah, I'm brushin'
blue benjamins
One thing I won’t do is pretend
Like shawty ain’t bad
She a ten
I like my racks
By the ten
Thumbing through the backend
I’m a beat her
that's my soul woman
Heard you don't stack in the spring, so you got poor summer
Whole time, I could spend 10K for like four summers
Ooh, hold on, i calm
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
The lyrics specific, the ocean Pacific
The album explicit and I'm only spitting the truth
And if by lake or by river the water be working, the Nibo be lurking
skrzynka
Jeszcze coś nagram w niej
Nim responsoryjny psalm usłyszę we śnie
Niczym Magnos i spółka powracam w czerni ten rynek
Nauczył twardo grać i jak
Hey, I’m calling you back.
Oh, she’s been a bitch tonight!
And by bitch I mean this rain
No cabs, nowhere.
So I had to put on the wig,
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
become anyone?
When I was in Paris I was sitting in a cab
And before we could pull out
Four plain clothes officers
Pulled up beside us and got out
Chorus 7X: sample
Soon as the bass kick
[Shyheim]
There's a party goin on 5c-75
Everyone's gonna be there I bet it be live
Ran home mad quick jumped
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
i lay in tha floor, burried inside, cause every rapper aint a star and every plaid aint burberry, you cant tame Lloyd, im smokin by tha big screen,
Dargs like Gromit
Lobby Boy a real one, Work in the morning
But she still comes, oh
Wearing nothing but her long coat
Hop out of the cab, looking like
on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Whoa, whoa (ah)
Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it
insane, I'd jump a train
I'd take a plane, I'd land in spain
I'd take a cab up to her path
What was
[Chorus]
Whatever it takes
Said whatever it
And you know it's like
Me making this album
It was just me, like
Tryna escape the box that I was in at the time as much as possible
You know, so
that's back to back
I had a nigga that text my phone like, "Bae, get ready, go pack a bag"
Said he on his way in the back of the cab, I said, "Hold on, I
zakreślam kartki znasz to niemal na pamięć
Idę miastem i ciągle się spotykam z uznaniem
Syn Bogdana na blokach na wieki wieków amen
Nowy album po prostu
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