Lyrics:
sleep
Every strand of hair on my balls is a bloodsuckin' leech
I be 'urlin while you hear, take your index finger
Point it at your head and then twirl
Let's talk of peace,
Sounds so cliche
A novelty,
Catch phrase of the day
Middle, index,
Sign of the time
Just as complex,
As water
I feel like 16, sneakin' out in daddy's car, tonight
Index finger tracin' all the stars in your eyes
It was music playin' in the background
But I
confiscated the chronic and the clips
Diary that you had and all your blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index
back (what what!)
The superthug is back, is back
(yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
Index that, I drink a becks black
you cannot turn away but nice try
Turned your legs to little building blocks, and with his index finger flicks you on your socks
I go high pitched,
Built a house wit' cocaine wit' my wrist game
When you got wrist game you can get anything
Gold chains, bought my index a Versace ring
So much coke in my
cake
Ayy, cake, cake
Make a bitch squirt now my AKA
The bitch I'm pointin' out with my index, turn to Windex
When a nigga make her spray, ayy-ayy-ayy
a job and quit player hatin'
It ain't about winning your respect
I'm just checking more mail than you check
So here's the finger next to my index
I'm
Peace Or Violence
J'ai vu des gens tendre les bras et leur deux doigts levés
Leur majeurs et leur index toujours en forme de "V"
J'ai donc
blow away suckers with the flicker of my index
Not brass monkey, it's a natural reflex
Cold ghetto tactics, makin' suckers holla
A vicious
Exhale
Saying Good-Bye Again
Rejection
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The only one she trusts
The only man
She runs her fingers down the index
And there she stops
At hero
Jesse
You can do magic
You can do magic
You
the worst, some are bad but soft
Bad this, bad that, who's bad enough?
For those who are bad, then batter up
I pointed this rap with my index
So baby, come
my index finger through your thighs
All of my life, I been feigning for a wife
I don't wanna share
Right hand gripped with the bun of hair
Waking
that'll numb the a-
-ppendix, I'm holding more more weight than Colombia
Index Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming with a plan to free a
Slave
into my zone, don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone
She licked it off my index, before that she been wet
Now
step to playing yourself like accordion
When he at the mic, you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need
this cat named Gicanno's
Who used to call me bag lady
Cause if you lick me from my
index finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numb
See, I live this
we even got big girls wearing capri pants still spitting game average heat index is 80 very seldom shady whether you looking for men or ladies it's
the bass and the trunk
That keep a nigga shook
Careful no crook, tell a bitch look
How I work the wheel and the crisis
Police behind us my index was grinding
The only one she trusts
The only man
She runs her fingers down the index
And there she stops
At hero
Jesse
You can do magic
You can do magic
You
Letâ??s talk of peace,
Sounds so cliche
A novelty,
Catch phrase of the day
Middle, index,
Sign of the time
Just as complex,
As water to.
Ultimate focus behind your neck kid
We flex with tecs on your lyrical index
Stop the masses, rotate the fastest
Afro jheri curl world, get ignited
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