Lyrics:
develop
Hot head and now it ain't shit y'all could tell him
They said he's on a road to become a felon
But instead he swung blows that'll split your
Yall ready know what it is man
I tell you man
We just going to start it off right now
We ain't even going to talk
Everything off the top snupe what
catch, had talks, and went fishin'
But had no one there to listen
Now I feel like my life mission is to be the best dad when the time comes
For my
a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate
(go)
Got the jet by the water like Sully
They can't stand it, I move like a bandit
Getting ate like a sandwich, my sweater is hand-stitched
In
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
time
I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz
My lickity split got splat, the diddly
the door, now I'm on
The block owning stock, rockin velour
Shockin' I'm sure
Forgotten how my pockets is poor
True to the art, rip tools & chew `em apart
Skip
We split up at five months
I'm seeing it strong this wall paper in our bedroom at the time once
Now you don't know me and I don't know you
Wish it
now
I'm rocking one more time young girls love my too $hort rhyme but that big fat
Girl better let that go before I point right at her and say hoe!
motherf***ing way
Now push that hoe-a** n**** out your motherf***ing way
what, what, what, what, what
Split with the craziest
Keep talkin' get yo wig split
Oh Yeah, let's bring it back with a little Ol' school Hip Hop, yeah
Now this is a true story about my drive to perform and my need to feel free
Have
[Raekwon the Chef]
Scrape y'all motherfuckers
This is my word, when you see us
When you see us flashing and shining
And building and adding on
Y'all
you live with your parents still
You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down
You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
ain't freaks
And them verses ain't by me
And Ghostlyfe ain't make that beat
Make sure my cheddar come complete
On me, gotta split that with my peeps
I got
unless you came to slob me
Come on kemosabe
It's past time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me
tend to mend for advantages
If you can't bring them something will they turn to one that pillages
This ain't our time
This is my time
It's over now
Something go wrong, we slug something
Chill my nigga, chill (I got this, I got this)
Make sure you handle that beat, you know what time it is
Body that
drugs to ease the pain
My sober brain is insane
Out the mud, I got it out the grain
Trill nigga, tryna maintain
Time goes by, puffing on la
Hoping that
romance)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(she have me in a fantasy island)
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's
uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So now I'm
feel good on the inside, my songs are ready
Coz baby smile is for y'all, in my song I said it
Only if Youwee by my side, shit I should've said it
Now I'm
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