Lyrics:
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them
them cheeks like you Sandy, baby tell me what's the damn plan
Baby I'm next at the Grammy's cuz' all of my hits be a grand slam
I'm Trappin' out off
Rock Crusaders
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider
Listen up, here we go. What will I say? You never know.
What will I do when I come through? You must
you scavengers
Punk ass record labels
Scandalous ass managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
Bitch I ain't no rapper, hoe I'm the hoodsta wit
smoking a 3.5 and copping a zip and it flew by
Saying "My oh my!" I ain't gon' let that slide
So we gon' let it fly
Bitch slam my door again, pour my four
by the chemistry
99.9 PerCent of these niggas suck dick in the industry
Swords in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, another body? No
of puzzled memories, torn and forgotten
now forming just the silhouettes of a pale story I once heard.
A tale about 999's last days in december
when
inside
I'm eating 24 karats of my plate
I'm cheating 'cause I'm bored, swear it was your mistake
I'm a material girl
In my world peas replaced by pearls
bother me
I laugh in its face
Ha ha ha
Can't scare me
I'm disgraced
By my own family
Could say I'm misplaced like a puzzle piece
Ya lack of support won't
but I cant
678-999-8212
Kiss me thru the phone
Ain't no lil pecks girl i'm kissing you long
Girl fuck your ex he was kissing you wrong
Her friends turn
1 plus 1 is 2
2 plus 2 is 4
Can you feel the beat
Don't you know the score
4 plus 4 is 8
8 divided by 2 is 4
Maths is really easy
So what you
The Journey by Scott Keo
I believe that we can fly. Through the clouds up in the sky. No one wants to just survive. We just want to live before we
the hoop. Sin is missing the target. Sin is not being with the Holy Spirit through humble attention and reverent obedience
99.9% of people spend 99.9
cigarettes (SLAM!)
A thousand cigarettes up off the floor
Doin push-ups, all that bullshhhh
Yo I`m tryin to (SLAM!)
I just want to give a shout, to all
now, a natty dread feel hearty
Jah, let mi tell you
Fi come take in dis a party
Slam bam-bili, dis no idiot party
(True weh mi say)
Cah, dis are three
Wondering and dreaming
The words have different meanings
Yes they did
And finding she was left alone
Went tiptoe to the telephone, 999
And summoned
Body slam
Your new born
Ass first onto
Cob of corn
Body slam
Your new born
Ass first onto
Cob of corn
I take your skin off bit by bit
Till there's
Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam the beat, love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, fuck instantaneous
I'm
as the London fog
You claim you want my love
Well I wouldn't know by the way you behave
If you want to feel the thrill of my touch
You better come out of your
rodeo
Hold on, here we go
Before I slam the door
I said, "Go to hell"
Call my buddies up
Now they're watchin' me drink by myself
'Til they cut me
by the pound (smoke by the pound)
He saw my face, all he heard was a "bow!" (Bow!)
I beat the pussy, I slam that shit down (beat it up)
I can't see
the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
(Verse One)
y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms
Fuck carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron
cheese
Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)
Buck the whole world
Meant that, gotta stay strapped
Cause 99.9 a niggas, carry they gats
Super fist
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