Lyrics:
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
the man yo?
You a sham bro
I know I'm the man, I ain't gotta be endorsed
Hip hop done fell down, I gotta carry the torch
N**** feeling himself 'cause he got
the Hamptons
You was a ghetto queen and a diamond in the rough
You was so beautiful and the world was so rough
Your man was locked up 'cause the cops popped
these lyrics
Fuck 'em, man can’t touch the flow, are you dumb, yeah just cos man I got brown skin
Don’t think I step back when it comes to shelling a mic,
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
clocked her
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your
a flame, throw up, but you know that I be flamin' shit
Best believe by yourself, you got your life or will we take it
I ain't got this gun for nothin', run
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
be
'Cause he's the baddest trend setter ever, yeah
I got your back, the phonies gon' talk forever
Keep it true boo, I know what you've been through
in the skin
Mix it up let it blend
Beautiful
So Beautiful
So Beautiful
50 Shades of Brown
50 Shades
Brown skin you know I love your brown skin
Pretty
can't hide no
Ain't no way your shade
Can overtake my shadow
Plain as day
The sunny raise are atoms
Bison played the sounds
You herd a cattle
You gone
the mornin'
I get Shirley Murdock, I hope your door slam lock, I'm gone
If she got with you when
She already had a man
Why wouldn't she cheat on you
(Why
"None of that's true"
We do it not you
That' why I got you
Stuck on
To my style like glue!
The crew
Definitely is back again
But I'm
the creek, left for dead, touched on when they pass us by
Black girl, Black woman, Black mom,
Black wife, in your home, at the job
Black strife, I know you
What I say behind your back
I say it to your face
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you
Ain't talkin' bout nothing,
the haters mad cause I'm holdin' a gat
Ain't got no time for that chatter man you can kill all that mess
I'm aiming straight for your face so fuck your Teflon
"None of that's true"
We do it not you
That' why I got you
Stuck on
To my style like glue!
The crew
Definitely is back again
But I'm
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
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