Lyrics:
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Autobioaug' but it's brought up by y'all
They pressed for their ice Oksana Baiul
Stunting around here that is not the right move
They don't care about me what
The brows are arched of the mews across the street
By a pale ochre light are made out heavy reliefs
Where all your dreams are borrowed all your senses are
the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
Greedy that's why my first week I got a mil
It's young money open the bar
If they don't know who you is I bet they know who you are
No kelly just n.o.
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin' this
Check your hygienist and your dentist
You might think I'm
of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,
or LL Cool J
Or in my bedroom with a swell dame
Half naked, sweating, freaking to R. Kelly’s Twelve Play
I’m talking bout high school dances
Grinding
the Melanin
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant
Don't
with no cash flow, is like Luke without his gaped teeth
So forget, what my Porsche cost
Just realize I got enough do', to pay for R. Kelly's court
bust 'em
I spit all that sick stuff
To which your not accustomed
Like bein' on beats is like
R Kelly's on percussion
Killin' these tracks is like
OJ
Equivalent of god
Musta Happened by a accident
Incident deliberate associate participant
Stimulate my mind with attacks that are militant
I Am Not Afraid Ough
washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh
[Shoestring]
(beat stops)
Niggaz are sucking my dick for taste
Licking my nuts all over the place
All in my face, when
Know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly, yes he's so cool
Hey shorty, hey shorty what it do
He mad cuz I'm looking but
got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly
And yes, he's so cool
Hey shawty (hey shawty)
What it do
He's mad 'cause I'm looking
on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box,
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