Lyrics:
give best Believe I'm strap
You play around that's you ass guns Clap clap clap
See I'm the point guard with it watch Me run this show
And as floor
No courthouse custody battles presided over by Judges
Who don't give a shit about our babies their Fathers or Mothers
No baby daddy's who won't be
gone
I'm real gone
Oh Lord I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real, real gone
And I'm real,
Close my eyes, I count to ten, I miss you
Tell me again, why didn’t I follow you
Close my eyes, count to ten, I miss you
I do
Close my eyes, I
Saying there's taxes owed by me
If I was ever going to pay
Well, I had three weeks
If I was ever going to pay
Well, I had three weeks
Did you ever
Cutting through the crowd you were shining like a star
I watched you dancing on the tables, stealing drinks over the bar
You sang to Wilson Pickett.
to Martin
Unconditional love Ann Margret
Told you baby let me rub you let me show you love
I remember all them times we used to cuss then ugh
Damn, that been
Niggas watch Prince, open your eyes when I deliver
Give a honeydip a wink, thick chocolate bitch
Switch up the pace, kick me the digits later you can
moni ko Dancia
Moni kojo o
Jo Jo Jo jo Jo oh oya dancia
Moni ko OK yeah
O baby if you give me all of you
Say I go give you all of me
And anything you
and when I speak on it is either a frown or you Run
I'm a say what I feel its too real for me to ever change it
That's why I stick to myself and stay away
trees
The redbones are howling down by Wilson's Bridge
The lawmen stand waiting upon Deadman's Ridge
[Chorus]
Ooh Carolina so dark I can't see
of like a rap rendition of a fry in a wrap
Just try it as that
You rappers Rebel Wilson's vagina, you stank!
I take it back, I don't know that ho
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me, stop holding your breath
(Rory Bourke/Gene Dobbins/Johnny Wilson)
It's too late
You say you want me, and it's too late
Once my love for you was so great
But it's too late
pressure a-la a brassiere's underwire
Like you rotting in hell, you literally dead wrong
Like a cot in a cell, I'm criminally slept on
Give it to me, I
real
My nigga some shit, you gotta show
They not fuckin' with the kid
My nig' and that's some shit they know
One liter pourin' 4's
Exotic wood got me
Erima jo jo shake your body
Shake your body for me
Omotena do do whine your booty
Whine your booty for me
Omo soma do ko oooh
You can rest your curvy
on like a brace
I'm out this world I'm high in space
Like skunks you know I'm 'bout to spray
I shine so bright I give off rays
I'll blind you like a can
give it up
man a live it up,mek´em lick a shot
You ear me weh me talking about?
See dem deh at di way dem go wrong so bungle
dem only push up demself
your coast and your state
I give you people what you like (uh-huh)
What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic? (Uh-uh)
Ain't no funk as funky
Go to Deuteronomy
Let me tell you something
GOD says he gives us the ability to get wealth
He created money He created gold He created silver
He
head and ask Ori to give me wisdom
She like my aura Bishop Don Juan with the pimpin'
Don't bite the hand that feed you them bitches turn to fists
I ain't
head and ask Ori to give me wisdom
She like my aura Bishop Don Juan with the pimpin'
Don't bite the hand that feed you them bitches turn to fists
I ain't
bent up her back like the shape of an arch
I don't care if I miss cause I still hit my mark
My choppa got teeth so you ancient to carve
Give me money i
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