Lyrics:
a murder
My aunt
Just started
Seizures
My lighter
Went out of fumes
TV
Playin my tunes
My mind playin
Tricks on me
Talkin to someone
But nobody
his feelings and his cash
I'm getting bags that why all these hoes mad (WHY YOU MAD HOE?)
Fly lil chick make yo baby daddy brag (I KNOW YOU WANT ME)
Big
from overseas
My bitch want some double D's
O Z of that Larry B
That Gary Payton ain't cheap
Its more for you and more for me
Let's run it up let's be
your girl’s body like Cotto
Shaved my head, now Puerto Ricans want me in their photos
Oh no
I guess I’m vain on occasions
I’m a quarter Mexican, the rest
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
album ‘Joanne’
Is number 8 in United States thank you!:)
And I just want to take a
Take a little poll here don’t
Worry about it, it’s not gonna offend
know math was in me
For the past half a century
Now do the knowledge how the
Real writers do it
Cause I want the smoke, charcoal
And lighter fluid
Talk
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
Too $hort, MC
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's
Too $hort, mc
Rap like me, you?ll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you?re doing and you?re sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing?s
You guys wanna see a magic trick
Trust me, this is magic. Okay, here we go
Prestidigitation's what I'm makin' across the nation
As I cause applause
want all my M's
But my shit ain't cheap
I don't have no friends
All our my family
They pay 6 men deep
I give quality
They just one trick ponies
All they
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
you want the clips
Pay attention to the sneaks, that's not on my list
Shorty said she'd give me treats if I don't play no tricks
We don't green out
Punk bitch think she real smart
Runnin' that G but talk is cheap hoe
Spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
And come runnin' to see
If
just know that Hell is cheap
There ain't no second chance, you'll go there and weep
You'll see the walking dead, nothing like trick or treat
What ever
that I'm God from above and miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes
Some type of shit that make a coward want to settle every
have one when they throwing me two?
Why take one know it’s all up for grabs?
Shorty from the bay, but the shit won’t last
Flights back home real cheap
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
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