Lyrics:
girlfriend gazing
She wanna taste what I'm baking
How ironic
She got the cake
And she wanna mix with me
But she gotta face it
I gotta dream to chase
I'm
we made it to the top, yeah
Bout to cop a couple hundred baggies of the shaggy
Scooby-Dooby, pass it to me, if you Mack it better match me
If the roll
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
Nightly I walk around here
It don't fright me I lack in all fear
Unlikely the odds around here
Not unlike me to grab her by her hair
Not unlike me to fuck
fuck with her and her
But they be on the same shit
Just a young producer
He'll seduce you
Just to get rich
Singing like I'm Shaggy it wasn't me
Can't get
whut?
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke them by the neck while I just fuck her to death
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Now tell me do you
alright
If your friends wanna join all of that is just fine
Its about to go down all of this is only mine
Herd the scream getting louder
It wasn't me
But i
inside her panties oh
John DiMaggio the way I bend her oh
No one as high as me
No one as fly as me
Scooby snacks escape reality
I'm like Shaggy say it
to fatten my plate
Gotta rise above the hate
It's my time to be great
My timing wasn't late
Use my pain to escape
My timing wasn't late
Use my pain to escape
You already know what is yeah...beats by Trajan
Back in eighth grade you had told me that I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm on my way to M's, I Dom Toretto
eat to fix our appetites
Wasn't counting sheep was counting bugs
Yeah it was different types
We ain't lived together don't call me twin cause we don't
[Monoxide]
I should have knew she was a freak by the way she walked
And when I talked to her, it was like she never got caught
To this day, she
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night,
happen
Smooth criminal
Long live Michael Jackson
Stack of Ben Blue Franks Pistols automatic
No relation but the baddest bitches
Call me daddy
It wasn't me
to get by
Gotta fill the cup
Making that smoothie, mix it up
Cut through it and you never get enough
Nutrients on the fly
Sometimes I want to die
Gotta
a stick
Said you gon kill me why you ain't did it yet
Give me that glock back you movin hesitant
Bulletproof whip bitch feel like the president
Look at my
that I created
Made up bullshit by thinking creative
Held it down for my peeps never say shit
Straight up lie to the feds at the station
And I spent me
not by him
It was actually this lesbian
Who I never even dated just kinda
Wanted to fuck and hung around
Cuz I had low self-esteem
Buried, forgotten in
Ching
When a op boy down
Turn into shaggy
It wasn't me
Then dance on a op like shiggy
Wrist stay flicky
When shit get iffy
Taken em on tour like tiki
PUH
work
Northface bubble with, eight bundles under it
Gold front upper-lip smile while I was hugging it
I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm
school practisin
I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and then started battle rappin
But for me it wasn't happenin
So I changed up my style,
Why do we seem to argue every single time
I believe it started back when I
Dropped the ball then repeated
Same old line, it wasn't me
Shaggy shimney
Check, it was a time where I was so gone in my head
I had a dream I got killed physically, somehow I wasn't dead
I rested in peace woke up in
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