Lyrics:
Because we've seen The Blueprint
With Jay we've seen that you could come in
The game and do 10, 12
15 – still win and still be the
King of hip hop we have
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
fury, entice 'em with this rocket
Bars get to droppin' everywhere
Like I'm bronze bombin'
You couldn't put me in a box if we boxin'
BTS shots the only
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
sing like Sean Paul I'm still in love with you
Body good like sour cream
Women favourite zone mi love savoring yours
Body good like
Now I'm the illest known to walk like the illest soldier,
And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja
You sit and mull it over my venom
money can't (Feat. Paul Blanco)
I still think about you oh
I still think about you girl my baby
don't leave me baby don't walk away
니가 필요해 but i know
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
Houdini dissappear
Got green, John Deere more green, Paul Pierce
(agh) Amazing with the shot, you my son
I adopt dot dot
Pac-Man, that's for opening your
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still puffin' my leaves
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police
have to love you
You're someone else's burden now and
You're someone else's strife
I'm glad I can still sleep
Knowing that you're not in my life
In my
Trying not to go Cray Cray cray
Paul McCartney Say Say Say
Exactly What you want okay
Too Many People
With big as egos
That think they equal
Go Eat
KILLARMY - DAY ONE * LYRICS
* the album version is edited
[Intro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)]
(Eh-yo 9th, you sent that CREAM for me son?)
No
brush your teeth or how well you clean your mouth, there's still gonna become residue in your mouth. Um, but then again, should he have even gotten with
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still puffin' my leaves
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police
me any girl, but you still my lady
My credibility, my step ability
Some ice so gimme that booty pretty jammin'
In the worldwide with me, my world
don't think you should believe in me the way you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
It's true, I'm a Rubik's, a beautiful mess
At times
in the tropics
And I'm a suck the p**** till she beg me to stop it
That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him
house in the neighborhood, that's my shit
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Perfect Harmony]
I get high like cooling, ruling with the toolin
On a 22, still got that
I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You
in the tropics
And I'm a suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it
That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him
was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in
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