Lyrics:
no
Man it's a omen
Holden I thought you told em I
Rode this beat like it's stolen it is
But bro it's golden I had
To give em the coldest
The flows that
be my mistress
I been a menace something like that nigga dennis
I’m influential watch me put on for my city
(I gotta)
We poppin tags keep the pistol in
You can tell im a shooter
By the form I can do the numbers like my uncle secret storm
You like Dennis Schroder seen him come up short
Kill switch Hk 4
you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had
you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had
the fuck am I screwing
My partner on brown and you know I'm on white
You know it's going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for
These streets had made a man out me
I ain't have nothing went and made a plan bout it
Posted on that block, sometimes I feel like Dennis Rodman
Every
or tall he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's
controlled by remote?
Oh, Calling duppy conqueror
I'm the ghost catcher
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka
Take your chance, prove yourself,
he's doin' all right
Hear they whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar
How come you taste so good
Brown sugar
Just like a young girl
live
I'm Nino Brown, ask the lord for forgiveness
I just want my niggas to make millions
I'm Nino Brown, bitch i'm Nino Brown, bitch
This my Harlem
cake
Pour a little bit of Sprite with this Bombay
I'm at the strip club with your prom date, i'm dead already
I'm drunk on prom night
Oh shit
Fucked up
the best years of your life
Felt like love struck me in the night
I pray that love don't strike twice
Red lipstick, rose petals, heartbreak
I was his
learn how shits flipped
I got the whole world tapin my joints like Linda Tripp
[El-P]
Decrepit as the sweaty inner ass cheeks of Dennis Franz (???)
babies
But this cause's our men, to act like ladies since the 80s
Being lead by they emotions, this is why they act'n crazy
Lets talk science, we is made
by the talk of the town
Some boy come like it don't have him own like a dog without bone
You get me, original Dennis Al Capone who come like a ting
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
catholic probably why I'm in my shoes
9-5 not 90 coupes 12 bucks under kidds rule
9m on my bedpost AR by the bed door
Shawn X this black war looked sweet get
I'm back to the sinnin of course
Livin like this, till I sit wit the Lord
You niggaz ain't gang
You niggaz don't bang
You niggaz is strange
You niggaz
her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal
All my watches on demon time,
of spirit
I took the top off the coupe like oh yeah
We trap and get racks and we might disappear
Last night at the party we getting real rowdy got lean in my
Everyday this time's gonna be all right
Oh oh oh oh oh lady brown eyes
I don't know what to do
This love is like a bloom
I wanna live it and try
You
?)
What'chu like? (Can you tell me, baby)
Why, how?
All night long (All night long)
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with
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