Lyrics:
HIV-pussy-havin' motherfuckers)
Yo, yo, yo, Daz, easy come, easy
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But
HIV-pussy-havin' motherfuckers)
Yo, yo, yo, Daz, easy come, easy
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
carin
They broke the wheel baron
Had me to kill baron
You bet not disrespect my side bitch
She get high
An shawty treat me
Like I'm Brad pitt
It's
willie Beamon I been rlly dreaming
They can't see me winning but I rlly see it
I come from the the village out of ghetto living now the time for riches I
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
mommies screamin' "Ay papi!"
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up with the drug flow
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go
a dime piece, I would sex her for real
Ghost head like Ray Stantz in the Ectomobile
Yeah when we hook up it's the most tantric
Slowing down time I'm
is the deadly decision I keep choosing
been like a battle out of hell
for every nigga sitting up in a cell
keep it funky till we all out jail
line
Love is a minor chord
Love is a mental ward
Love is a drawn sword
Love is it's own reward
Love is the pleasures untold
And for some love is
Nigga I'm not a rapper and that's my story and I'm
Sticking to it like I'm General Johnson
You get the Denzel hit up nigga yo body won't function I'm gone
dreams, and this fiend just did a fly by
On a flying bus, you can bet that I fly high
It's the Willie fucking Nelson ganja bus in Sweden
A smoke trail
from dirt
Yeah we do not play
Playing by none of the rules
Yeah we do don’t care
Care bout nothing at all
Why are they playing wid me
Yeah they
raps
Willie Parker money, hand it off then it's runnin' back
Ayo, you fuck with that?
Uh, you gotta fuck with that
You in love with that
Look
Uh
on medulla, blessings rain in form of mulla
What a man to do?
Mortal in the madness
Spend it for the darkens days on floozies'
Daisy dancing on my doer like I'm
and flyest around and it's not even close
They act like they wouldn't fuck with me at all if we ever decide to switch roles
Baby you know I'm problem, O'Neal
day)
See, I learned love's not the enemy
But I had to look deep down within (it's gonna be a beautiful day)
For God so loved the world
Now let's let
I am not diddy
Silly
Jack and jill ran up the hill
Riah came back
Just to knock em down for real
For real ?
And it's still fuck how you feel
On my
Johnson you're a wearing
Your dresses way too high, it's reported you've been
Drinking and a running 'round with men and goin' wild
We don't believe you
straight line
Ain't trying to wait for motherfuckers so now I'm forced to take time
Willie D:
I pull my popper out my trousers aimed it at his adbomen
ain't baseball, nah, the Liks won't slump
So make room for the crew with beats the jump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
been feeling the love
Moving them circles through blocks
I had a eighth
I had a little amount
I fell in love with the Guap
I can't believe
I fell in love
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