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and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the eight ball rolling
Riding on Slauson down towards
out of touch Caribbean Queen
All of me for all of you
Titles from a magazine
But it's, oh, so hard to tell
Just like the real thing
Mystery Lady
(Lady,
violin again
I'm living in the target's shoes
All I see is black and white and blue
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title
like Jason
I told her I want sex on arrival (arrival)
I might just eat you up for survival (survival)
Ghetto love birds, that's the title
(Ghetto
title
I make her eat a Perc', fuck her, shawty a survivor (eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind
much but I just hope you remember me
Bigging up the MCs on my team and the ones that sent for me
A don told me the Godfather title ting, it was meant
I had to get back on my shit to make sure they ain’t forget
I just ran into my ex and you know I had to flex
Had to come and take the title 'cause
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That was a Eiffel, I need a rifle (woo)
Ridin' my bike, ride like a cycle
T-Take little trips, ain't got a title (uh-huh)
Bad one, smooth criminal,
A motherfucker ain't takin' my title
Or my girl Missy title
Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right
See only bitches like us
Is allowed to play a game
She want to hear track six, she told me that's her (jam)
Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't
title, yo, you'll be alright
You stand below the plateau I stand on
You want my faction to put the man on
I Shake'n'Bake and break the laws of gravity
I'm an ignorant, long dick, skinny mothafucka
She asking for titles; I gotta dub her
My new bitch a fed: under covers
Yeah, yeah my name is Riley
is up, my time is now
I’m all fired up, better throw in the towel
I’m comin for the title yeah I’m on the prowl
Face to face throw my hand back
together like it's chemistry
She don't need a title, we got synergy Yea
All these drugs that flow thru me that's symmetry
Don't got no other half I guess
hit
I took my time on the bars and my eyes on the title
Abolishing rivals, it's quick
Times hella tough, so am I, so I'm fine, cuz I rhyme
That's
Caught her slippin hit her wit a stunner while I’m flippin off of the top rope
Stunned the crowed left em wow’d got the title had to dip so I got
(Rollin)
(Rollin)
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these
Tell me it's mines you did it more when you were my side
The older I get the more I realize I don't want a title
No
Your not mine enough for me
I'm tuckin this shit on arrival
I'm makin my way to the title
He really do think he my rival
I'm splashin a wave, it a tidal
I'm tuckin this shit
they got titles
They lame scrubs
Get the fuck out my face
She want a part of the motion
Niggas provokin'
Ima go show you the dub
I swear these niggas
I need my bread like my tapenade
Niggas switching side, I don't need a fraud
(Don't need a fraud)
Dripping hard like a title wave
(What it was was
anymore titles
The damage left us all cold
We just want the bankroll
We don't want the heart break
It left us feeling psycho!
We got damage from the past
wit no titles we just doing what we gotta do
So baby tell if you with that
I got yo heart on lock so don't let nobody get that
Yeen been spoiled in
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