Lyrics:
yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what?)
You little faggot ho', please give me some shit
mouthes that I don't even like
Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets
Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it
We've all been bullied by
One of the most phenominal feats of all time
Frekaznatcha, Alabama, Mississippi, David Banner hoe
[Hook - David Banner] (Repeat 2x)
Let's take this
on this song
No tears feel
They blended in the song
I give you all my heart
And it's off beat
How am I still living, oh you know that's god G
Kayden boi
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
a friend till the end that didn't drop dead and his name is Fred who took out Ted cause Ted was mislead deceived by Ed who despises Fred that happens to be
full of Benjamins
It feels really good when you’re protected by instruments
Yeah we got them drums that will divide you like dividends
Six dots in your
the maze it's amazing
So high I can levitate it's crazy
I feel like I'm the nigga in the matrix
I'm sipping codeine I feel like I'mma patient
I stay dosed
told him no
Devil wanna take my soul
I walk with God
So I told him no
I'm just an ordinary man
So I know how it feel
Feel like you by yourself
Upon this
like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
I’m up late night watching Hard to Kill/I got that Charles Barkley feel/so spark and build/tell the chef to start the grill/staying fresh like Jazzy
you hate
Would you kill or would you save
Weak knights, trying to get by on a weeknight
What'll we find
On the cheap wine, finna feel fine
Thunder
would I feel like you n****s know me know
I be going in on every sentence
Always absent when they take attendance
I've been counting spots all around
make it feel like home
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small
Then I wouldn't know the sting of the rain
I could stand strong and still
Watching you walk away
I wouldn't hurt like this
Or feel so all alone
I
Feeling like Fred I'm fleeing down Stony, see
I'm in jungle bitch like a silverback
four door that's a sedan, that bitch is silver cat
I might spend
St. John's, Newfoundland|And good old Sally was a waitin' and I took he by the little white hand|She shook her little head and said no way Fred|I won't
Made the bitch sing like Do Re Mi
And my neck light up like a Christmas tree
And my bitch get wet like the Mississippi
A'int fuck the bitch in a week
I'm coached by
Everyday approached by chicks when I was on top
want to give me sosa, but I'm like don't try
I see the hisses and the disses when I go
know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this
Pick any nigga, bet he won't ride it like me tho
Mississippi's finest, competition where, I don't see her
Call me the Grim Reaper, I am off the meter
the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams
And the Mississippi's mighty but it starts in Minnesota
At a place
sliding by
Then I will slide by
Right by
Slide slide slide slide slide
Like a sequel wanna see me again
We can cruise the block chill by the Mississippi
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