Lyrics:
you bring condoms?
I didn't mean to
The house is getting funky, bodies in the basement, stinking
What the fuck am I thinking?
I put my face paint
don't know nothing else, nigga
(I'm straight Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
I can't wait for my block to get it together man
(I'm
love you because my happiness
And my health is your whole heart
You open yourself up to me
In a way that I can't do anything but
Take it in and get
got home thinking (“my aspiration in life is to be a medical Doctor, it’s going to be difficult for me to go into business as a young lady now”) but she
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours
The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.
like birthday
Earthquake, submerge in the Worst case
Earth traits, man I've really seen the worst days
First aid, someone Help me get my curse straight
I
on the living room floor
Is ya wit it? I promise I won't kill it
Loose pussy on my dick, should I kill it? Never! Yes
See back in the day when we used
point
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir bonsoir!
"There's nothing wrong with lcving
Who you
a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black Tim's kicking in the door, at your lady
fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"
"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer
scared
Of what I might become or that my
Ideology might actually fall through and
Become a big success in the end
When everybody is looking at
You like
Got my Hundred Round Goon, he got a hunnid round clip, ayy
From the lean house straight to the strip club (strip club)
Gotta' get a pint I'm tryna
Coming straight outta the bottom
I'm tryna be great
Tell all my people to get outta Saddam
Move like a saint
Pray to the lord if he got me, I got him
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
they’re all fiends
Balmain my denim all these rips in my jeans
Hitters on deck like Giancarlo Stanton
Two of your houses on one Phantom
Got two garages one
In a mansion with hoes
Baby you took my love
Now my neck is cold
In mansion with hoes
Now its so big my house
Now its so big my house
My house
steerin' it
The reptilians hid the truth about the pyramids, damn
My genetics is kinetic, the devil is a lie
His agenda is pathetic
I ain't no house
it simple my friend
Tell me straight my friend
Why is it that you hate
Everything that I create
I'm a square peg in a round hole
Can't be rounded,
when no one there
Everyone is welcome room enough for all
House built by God yields nothing small.
pray that God will fill my House with Grace
You got
one there
Everyone is welcome room enough for all
House built by God yields nothing small.
pray that God will fill my House with Grace
You got a key
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
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