Lyrics:
me to blend
I'm sipping on Henny, not Henry, but always move dangerous
My shorty like Ciara, I love the way that she ride for it
My future Haunted by
connected like a plug in a Socket How you say you pimping but Your bitches stay
Out of pocket? Yo, dick'll makes Ciara give you her goody
You ain't in
shit progressing
Far from a rookie
but I'm just getting started
Told my bitch Ion see a future with her
Something like Ciara
Girl that love is dead
Ciara, she gave me them goodies
Ballin' like Zion, but I'm not a rookie Justice for Trayvon, I'm rockin' my hoodies
I'm gettin' money, so fuck how you
committed to me like Ciara
Future's tailored spiffy after swiftly getting Taylored
Wayne had the best come back of all time
Who deserves the credit, yo it's
Be careful who you love, every bitch don’t deserve no title
I got mine sellin drugs, but don’t let my way misguide you
If you die by the gun,
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
an di lane an round di ben
World dance is di name an di title
Do by di dumb, di deaf di blind and di cripple
An I don't know why black wizard love it
as it is
Swear that money like the chili double hot
Dog tater chip bag
No sir, no shoes, no swag,
I'll get cash, put that title by my name
Hottest
lame ass would run up on me
but chad moss you better be protected by the army, PUSSY
(2x)
fuck bow wow
fuck em
fuck bow wow
fuck em
fuck bow wow
old
a record by its cover
'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable
There's always more behind the title
One man's enemy's another man's brother
One man's
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get
got million dollar schemes, you know I plot for the cake
Couple old school Chevys and a spot by the lake
Ride so clean, ain't trippin' if I'm stopped
not the one you hold it against
Baby, its not my blame
Yeah, you independent as hell (oh)
And doin' it by yourself (yourself)
But what you gon'
not the one you hold it against
Baby, its not my blame
Yeah, you independent as hell (oh)
And doin' it by yourself (yourself)
But what you gon'
a book by a cover
Or the title of a song
You probably never been right
Feel like I'm all alone
Losing my grip again, keep hold
It's been a long time now
by Cee but her name was Ciara
Light brown skin, she a real go getter
We vibes off the bat like a home run hitter
Pick her up at 6, then we off
nobody is equal,
I can’t be a part of something so deceitful!
[Hook]
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am
Hoes nieder
Denn ich bin King und führ das Game so wie früher das Leben eines Dopedealers
Majoe, Banger Musik, schwänger Ciara
Und frag mich „Wann
Sweeney
Title say that's "Prod. by db (G!)"
Oh, mickeys? Mine's not mini
You got hickeys? Not mine, sweetie
Got ya misty-eyed, bye bye
No, I
Uh, don't know
Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we
AMR Beats what we got?
All you G
Yeah, ties close, I whittled 'em down
Stick it to 'em by sticking around
The gang all on Iwo Jima
Got one
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