Lyrics:
Now I gotta to be rude you really look very stupid
Making these wild assumptions oh you went and
The boys screaming and hollering and making noise
to the mood I'm in i'mma be who I am
Sell it to the kids and the crew
They rep and they fuck with it
I don't wanna be another
Rapper with a gimmick
I just
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional
Ten toes down to move
understood ain't gotta be explained, ayy
Strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money bands, money bands, just to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
years down the line
Album mode, you dey barb
Chale we dey spoil everywhere
E be, you know the name already
E be like… Gee Flex
If I say Gee Flex, you for
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS
"My Homie"
(feat. C-Murder, Master P)
[Master P]
Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year,
that
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in the club and they
Ice all up on me im glidin and shit
Rollie two tone gold and silver is mixed
Watch out for my glock it aint owned by a jit
Bustas be hating i dont give
Everywhere I go someone's there to follow
So everywhere I go someone's waiting to swallow
Nutritiously good for ya no calories
Obviously packed with
1st verse
Sorry, yawl, I’m not Cardi B
Or whoever else you came to see
I’m Ally Vyne the only me
With a dash of Freddie & Dixie Lee
But copying
to Marvin Gaye, for explaining Whats Going On
How much mightier words can be, through the power of song
I'm grateful to Etta James, legendary queen of R&B
She
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
used to be low key
To be a singer you had to actually know key
I mean way back to before people made a job
Of seeing who's best at impersonating Bob
I
on the mic they call me outto when i rocket
Stole a all eyes on me album jus to have another pocket
I am too diffrent i cant be matched watch were the opposite
ain't Bob Digitech
But what did you expect
Life wouldn't be so rough?
Punching through the speaker, pulling out the plugs
Dusted and feeling blue
My
ain't high we get em higher now
Take em sky high I'm talking Bob Marley
Everywhere I go I got the Glock on me
He a bitch get em hit got the drop on em
He
round
Needs some paint and so run down
There's shanties everywhere, they changed the name
It's such a shame
It's such a shame
If you wanna be a survivor
a production company
Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs
That'll cut your throat and sell your blood
Fifty/fifty love around the border
Should be
lotta, lotta dolla'
Gonna be a scholar
Everybody gonna holla
Cause you gon' be hot
So hot like Madonna
Whether you an actor
A lawyer, a doctor
You know
And I'll be a player later but for now call me ? Kiss
If not that, mon take it Jada, I kick hard balls and blow hard weed
And be everywhere 'cause I move
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