Lyrics:
Yeah
I don't sing no love songs, no
I never sang no love songs, no
Yeah, ayy
Baby, how you got that little bitch gettin' you mad
Got some shit
feelings, these songs is how I'm dealing
I can't stop the goddamn thot-stealing
That's my ho, my bitch, I'm feeling
(I told her, I don't wanna fuck unless we
song go play
That bihh gon' go like
Run up dem bands, don't worry about bitches
Stay out my plans, keep me at your mentions
All in my pants, this ho
milk (nah)
Fuckin' bitches like Wilt still (style)
Made it off the deep, coulda got killed (ha)
Or locked up, we don't fuck with death (ha)
But guess
og
95 -æ battla han Truls Puls hos han Bent og nesten vant og
Han Sabri va på,
96. motemesse med han Bjørn, det gikk nesten galt og
97, æ og han
I've seen you around so I
Know you're in town so why
Don't you stop on by
So we can make cookies
Decorate Christmas trees
And hang the lights up high
I don't need good looks to sell no cars or beer,
TVs, or new machines
All you con men can hang up your schemes.
Pimps and hustlers - put up
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
Bitch, I go back to back, back to back I'm makin' these songs, I'ma double that
Bitch, I jump out the roof cause I'm on this shit
I don't want that
Jimmy mack
Don't drop that song, you ain't livin' that
I got your cubicles, get it back
Nigga ain't gettin' back shit
I played the cross like I'm
conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the be -A-D
be -O-why, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys
[Loon]
Check it out,
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it
Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
more song, ho ho ho and a bottle of 'nog
One more song, ho ho ho and a bottle of 'nog
I think this might be the one!
Don't you forget about me. I've got
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
Girls today don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of mace
And she'll stick
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it
Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
Entertain me, please
I’m tired of hearing love songs
They so hard to believe
Just shut the fuck up!
It don’t cut it
Disney and Pop Music
So corrupted
What
to plug until my feet hurt
They asking me questions to answers they know of
I ain't Santa Claus I don't ho-ho
Pockets should be fat like Rick Ross
Altitude
with a ho, didn't know that shit gon cost me
But it is what it is, I had to get det hoe up off me
Tell them niggas come and try me
You live by the gun,
Hello Nana
Good Afternoon
Wo ho y3
I hope s3 obiaa ho y3
Argnn Wo nyom no nso nu y3 tie
Ow
3y3
3y3 awosee paaa
It aguh hard
Wayaa ade3
Oh manna duppy
don't need to save, look how much i'll make (yeah, yeah)
Y'all caught in the matrix, all these muhfuckas invasive, keep a cutter like i'm Jason
Ho, you
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