Lyrics:
sacrifice that pagan
‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
yo bitch ass
Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a hoe
And the Peter man can't tolerate hoes so you gots to go
Mr. big man, Mr. big nut
Got
speaking prison
And for selected man there's trapped and
Locked up in the prison
You got the key to find your
Mind and then continue living
And then you'll
on the window with wise-ass keys,
And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys.
Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don
the man, you the man so acknowledge it
(Who) Leave the dealer so smooth with the polished kit
(Who) Same night, 210 demolished it
(Who) Get girls no
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
of the thieves
The Devil was so impressed
With this wonderful man
He almost ejaculated on his hands
But the monarch of the empire said
Excuse me, Mr devil
I’d
on the window with wise-ass keys,
And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys.
Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don
Play a ting called "Trash and Ready"
Written by Mr cat the Wild Apache
The man called
The greatest selectah ah di equator
Can't cross the border cah
said he knew I always had it me since back
Playing on them keys
Singing alicia in my bedroom
Living by the moment
Never know if you’ll be dead soon
and dog girl where’s my treat
And I could be the next Swiss Beatz
And you could be my next Alicia Keys
I could be the next royal king
And you can be
the
One that i think about
When i wake and when i sleep
Organic like alicia keys
No makeup
Cute as she can be
Standing
Five foot three
Ass poke out in
come test me
Keep the pistol tucked like it's a western
(Whoa) i want the keys, no Alicia (Whoa)
Finna go cop me a regal (Whoa)
Stars in the roof, stars
the waves
I don't follow roads am only paving the way
In these latter-days
Looking for peace man am at ease
Hitting all the right notes on the keys like am
dime bags
Full of white like Alicia Keys
Waking up around 9, see a nigga on the grind
Real Raider type shit
Real creative ass niggas with
A foreign type
Chapter one, Dawn of a New Day
Before we get started, I'd like to thank Miss Alicia Keys for the instrumentation
And remind everybody to tip
God's plan is that you marry so the creep must cleave
and learn about a womans worth like Alicia Keys
Dudes and dudettes should both do that
So I'm
me that all the time
Cause I like potato chips
Mr. Chef, why you sweating me, man
I come in here all the time
Nickel and dime hustler
Looking for
the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights
First, we're going to set some bait
Inside a nasty trap and wait
a similac and oh my Cadillac
has 50's in the back
playin rick James and Tina so relaxing
passed on by the neighbor red lane
they called him insane
heer's Mr
Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde
Together we be catchin g's
Flipping keys, smokin weed
It's all about you and me
Causing major pain on this dope game
You be
wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
I hang with G's, flipping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never learn
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