Lyrics:
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Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
Nor remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
(Well, it started in the year
(Here we go)
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat
Jack City
Set it off with the eighty-fity
Y'all missin' the buck, what the fuck?
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough b-
Lemme see ya
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
Jack City
Set it off with the eighty-fity
Y'all missin' the buck, what the fuck?
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough b-
Lemme see ya
Can't tell me I Aint no Hero
Stroke My Ego
Throw it back for Me though
Baby Run them Cheeks though
Freak in the Sheets A
Finesse in the Streets I,
Think
to the oil
I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery
My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity
You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me
Wu Killa
and hundreds
I ain't sell my soul nigga I'm just hot, y'all niggas is funny
Dave Chappelle, Patti LaBelle, I'm singin to the money
All they wanna hear now about
sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows you ten more blessings
Set my Timbo's next to my dresser with
in?
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
Late night, nearly happy standoff
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva
Lever 2000 mic talk
clean your Head & Shoulders
Arms back and torso, kneecaps, they all go
When we open fire at your little sisters horse show
Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban
how she be lookin' at my diamonds
Ain't gon' lie that bitch fine ass hell
Ain't gon' lie that bitch like
She makes them birds sing like Patti LaBelle
No, I'm never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks
Money callin' so I threw the deuce up
Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin'
Told my
back
You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no game
Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it's no thing
Vinyl Days, Vinyl Days, leave your mind
in, gotta get my ass ate(hey)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there (hey, hey)
Damn, I want some head but I chose the dough
Yo RIP to my Dawg Farai mehn
This nigga used to sell gas for double the price to white folks back in college right
So one day I asked him
Yo why do
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
As I sit back relax
puff a blunt/sip a Becks
think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
for fuckin Patti Labelle
oooh
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Told em I ain't going, but niggas slow as molasses
Usain bolt, I'm the fastest
Take no pit stops, get ratchet
Hated on by racist
I show my ass in
probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Mariah Carey, kinda scary
Wait a minute what
Uh, That vest won't stop nothing
When a hollow come
If he dies he dies that's my Drago gun
Fear factor with a slug
You can swallow one
Im in the hood
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