Lyrics:
observation crew, is much deeper, throw your hands up, all my party people
Can't get to the spot fast enough, I know it's crunk, keep listenin you'll begin
Contemplating reasons not to pick me up a pole
Tears on my face wonder why I do the most
Ion give a fuck bout no one but me
Brass knuckles on me and an all white
a Southern nigga
You could see it in my swagger
I could go commercial
But I won't cause I would rather
Keep heat and keep it street
Sound of Revenge I'm ma get
Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your
the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake
The little homie
your hands from 'round me
(That fake from 'round)
I get to blastin' off (Blastin')
Get the blessings 'round me (yeah, yeah)
Straight like that, girl
Dance a few songs all nice and friendly
Go to take a sip and my drink is empty
Should I keep dancing? Maybe even score?
Feeling pretty good; I could go
with brass fucking knuckles
Finish him with an uppercut, K.O. the other marks, then drive off in a Lambo’
I’m gonna leave ‘em in the dust
Your bitch
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
And suddenly an eggshell cracks on your head
You hear it moan. Fly on home.
You're surreal
Far too surreal
Far too cerebral
I like my girls real
Ho CHi Mihn
the town of Dingle
I shook her hand to say good-bye
A tinker man stepped up beside me
And belted me in my left eye
Keep your hands off red-haired Mary
She
feet
And keep me on my arse
Fidget quickly, flinching, clicking
Knuckles made of brass
Tryna fill my head and heart
With the liquid in my glass
Oi I'm
peace
Then he put his hands in my pants, felt them thick lips, and got wood
He said, "Kylie wuss good?" I said, "Miley wuss good?"
I said, "Could you
hands
Wish upon a shooting star
The Lord hears my prayer
To keep you near to love with no fear
You want that good lovin', baby girl
I'm right here
Need
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be
hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec
You couldn`t rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got bumped off by my head
a real nigga
Take the canned foods
I'm tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked
Your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and fuck a hater
What my
and your fam' shot
I keep my eyes on my rear view, gotta get a clear view
Watch what you do when the five O near you
[Bridge: Wyclef Jean (Elephant
We get that you like to put gin in your juice
We get that you think that you Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on your girl, is it self-defense
to introduce myself
Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H is my name
Jersey, what's poppin', we ain't gon' stop and
Keep'em heads boppin', the remix droppin'
Big girl, big
right to be a lil' pissed off
He picked you up, y'all got in argument, he got his shit off
My energy like, "Get lost," your energy just want peace
I
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