Lyrics:
got that overbite
Shorty staying overnight I kick her out by morning time
I put into overdrive, puttin' in my overtime
If Lil homie owe me imma collect
Gatsby never could be when I rap We happy show off my beautiful gap And everything I was born with
From the juicy lips to the nappy head We the purebreds
good head like, real nasty
I'm a grab her hair, even if it's real nappy
I got her super soaker wet, real splashy
Cause my, real long, like my cash be
Bubonic the chronic tonic
Atomic Flow lava grabba
Robotic just load the choppa
Hair nappy I'm workin on product
Rappin n snappin you cappin
Passin
a jug that she'd been saving
She left me in my tears to drown
She left a baby daughter
Now the river's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy
There's a jug full of good ole mountain dew
Oh they call it that ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug
When I pass by, all the people say
"Just another guy on the lost highway."
Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine
And a woman's lies make a life
me, but can't nobody hold me
I do my dirt all by my lonely
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
reloaded by cupid my heart is really always gone be the mission
Time after time my heart became broken now i'm focused on nothing won't get me richer
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stupid pack concealed 43 boy please don’t sleep been balling by myself yea I know these niggas peep
All my skeezers mad at me cause I switch’em up a lot
Brother
Brother
Brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South
Never thought down Max’s throat it’d go,
In a old milk jug,
Just as pretty as you please,
Prepared by my mama,
Just to kill fleas,
Oh Oh,
She put
gallon water jug
Bag wrapped
Gas
Dragging our feet back to
My dads old Pontiac.
There we are.
Blackberry deep breath
Your head rests
On my bare chest
In
If a black man is america's worst nightmare
Seems to me that I'd be quite the scare
A black queen with a dream nappy hair
Be aware I'm prepared
me
Sloane street got me stepping neat
Givency top loubs on my feet
Flight over seas I'm sitting by the beach
Smile on my face even though I'm in deep
clear and cloud
Brown baby
Brown baby
As years roll by
I want you to walk
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
me, but can't nobody hold me
I do my dirt all by my lonely
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna
rich yet and im making em mad
If we talkin bout a test im ahead the class
I got that hustle in my DNA shutout my dad
I know streets by the book so
Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
'Cause it's still my thang
It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I
singing jangles with my pops
When his heart stopped I could feel it rip apart
These are just the parts they don't put inside the art
Imma paint the picture
bought bricks, so I went and bought a quarter
The best six bands I ever spent, that's on my father
My pisa's up in Tucson, sittin' right there by
a punk bitch!
Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!
I'm sinking to unknown levels
The devil with no brake pedal
with Tommy boots
Pushed more Hummers than army troops
Word to my man Dukes
Look at him Versace'd down
More kids than Bobby Brown
Had a private jet
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