Lyrics:
the church so I'm blessin up first
I can't let em see me knowin a shirt
I'll kill before I go in the dirt
Don't know the fuck they mistake me for
I be fuckin
Im a rapper this shit like a sport
Im a fat nigga but I don't do pork
BB Simon to hold up my jorts
Ain't have no pops had to hold down the fort
I'm
a quarter
And this Prada shirt from France
That's before they closed the border
How you pop a triple ten bands?
I know you ain't have more
With the devil,
birth and I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose
I ain't perfect I care
But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear
Now I'm
birth and I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose
I ain't perfect I care
But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear
Now I'm
super sport ropin' Too $hort
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin'
And deep dish Daytons
You know how we do it
Ain't nuttin to it but tha
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summer time
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summertime
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read between
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summer time?
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read
shirt, the net worth
To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick
begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
Callin up Earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin
daisies
Next year you'll go to private school
Can't play sports or games
I'm only really good at reading
He can't catch a football
Apparently
button, it'll be mission abort
Sometimes I feel like we just argue for sport
It's always the playoffs, but nobody wins
You mad baby, say it, no need
to please
Oh please, don't stop with the antics
High heels, t-shirts, no panties
Me knockin', she's rockin' the boat
While baking me a cake with a root
ride,
We can hit the sports bar, over on the southside,
Get a couple of coronas, couple of limes,
Went up to the bar, saw a couple of dimes,
So I, slowly
(whaddup??) let's ride,
We can hit the sports bar, over on the southside,
Get a couple of coronas, couple of limes,
Went up to the bar, saw a couple
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summer time
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read
She wears my shirts and I wear her pants
We play dodge ball, kid sports are cool
Watching Spank Rock and McCarren Park Pool
She's my trust fund baby
Deep in the pocket, of an old sport coat jacket
I chanced to discover an old memory
Three for a quarter, a black and white portrait
Taken of Jennifer
sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
Bulletproof under t-shirts because they hate us
Do like Snoop say
gonna get hurt
When there's folks at home who eat dog food and they can't afford a shirt
Sure find out real fast just who's a sitting duck
When it's
gonna get hurt
When there's folks at home who eat dog food and they can't afford a shirt
Sure find out real fast just who's a sitting duck
When it's
They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)
They don't love you no more, nah
Bullet in the head, they wanna see my shirt red
Live by
the Porsche (snatch it)
But it's for you of course (for you)
I got the game in sport (sport)
Your boyfriend a lame, a dork (a dork)
She got a bag, she got
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