Lyrics:
raw like a maki of tuna
They show me like I'm a cartoona
They blow me like I'm a balloona
I just put the keys in
More goals than Haaland in his rookie
Another season gone by it's that time of the year
You know that fat nigga in red with the sleigh and the deer
People full of jolly and cheer a moment
Percocet I gotta thang for you
Know bitch named Molly gotta thang for you
Yeah bitch you wanna party brought that thang for you
Hell yeah, Mary Jane
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
out the heat
Hell nah if it's beef leave a nigga in the streets
Rule number 4 put yo bro before yo hoe
And we livin' by that code and we die'n by that
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
My bitch mad at me but I don't give a fuck
I'm Hugh Hefner
We don't trip bout seasons changing
Everyday it is may weather
Slept on FaceTime wit two
Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the mane
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way
Let's go
Yeah
Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the mane
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way
Let's go
Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the mane
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way
Let's go
Yeah
the motherfuckin' 06 season
That motherfucker will jack yo beats, jack
Yo bitch and jack yo shit, man
Be lookin' on that new CD, man
That new CD comin' out
That
living by a vestry
I know the mind of a king ain't empty
Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me
My time's nearer, I see clearer
My ex calls me but I
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
stay on defense
Foreign whip every season
I ain’t gotta put the keys in
Walk thru I never sneak in
I’ma blow a bag for no reason
She caught a vibe she
his shit sell
Good coke Korean cars European
Bosnia, somalia places that we be in
CNN iman bizzy Musaliny
The war report 2 is the camouflage cd
Syria,
to get heard
The uncut give it to niggas raw gets absorb
Why is it that every black brother talks the slang
Why is it that slang determines if a brother
a quarterback devil been sacked
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us back
We got the keys check the book
mad as hell
Full throttle, I'm stuck in the fast lane
Livin' life with my foot on the pedal
Hop in the spaceship, and two-hundred the dash
I ain't
Balls to wall, ax to the grind
When it's curtain call, march double time
And I'm on that, I'm on that, hell if I fall
I'm on that, I'm on that, gotta
of Hell
The season of the witch
Hell casts its deadly spell
All night
They cast a spell by the light of the moon
Hiding in the shadows to penetrate your
sleep
I pile my rhymes by the heap on cassettes, Lp's, cd's and 12 inches
Perform the shit and get the girl like pinches
With good intentions, the key
matter what, he'll still have to learn the same cycle
When you're a black man in America
Watch out where you're going, stay aware of your area
And don't
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