Lyrics:
you in my way I'd hate to fuckin' be ya
Cause I'm eatin salads you can leave the caesar
Ya nigga' in my comments he a fuckin' cheater
He lick it clean
"Well but I don't usually"
then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull
Young nigga been influentiated
By the fact he parks in calabasas
Calabas calabasas
Cacaca calabasas
Calabas calabasas
Cacaca calabasas
I ain't got nothing
in
He said he'd call her when he gets
There but her phone don't ring
And in that moment, she knows
Her dad planned the whole thing
Akin got rushed by
a whistle boy
Get it right man
My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
'Cause that's how it be
a whistle boy
Get it right man
My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
Cause that's how it be
as much as I do,
Are we ready?
I am, 'cause it's all about control
and I've got lots of it
When I was seventeen, I did what people told me, uh
I did what
thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in
The contract was in blood
He said I know you sick of trafficking drugs - sign it
Nah, I got this
Last night I saw the devil sitting in my room
And we greeted
makeup around the eye spots
All the signs were there
But Lesley made it seem a light affair
Said it wasn't right to share
Her boyfriend, he was
it's a weave, fuck around and pull a track in it (pull a track in it)
All I get few strokes that's it (uh-huh)
This bomb ass shit got your cigarettes
flowers and grass in a civilized bone-yard lot.
And where he died or how he died, it didn't matter a damn
So long as he had a grave with frills
before and I can do it again
Sho don't need you to be my man
You I can do bad all by myself
I sho don't need you and anyone else
I ain't gonna be
winked all three of eyes at me
And he said, Did you catch my name
It's Clack it back, I gotta Clack attack
I gotta Clee Cly Cloe the Clack a jack
of the collection of the records he played
To the direction of the record we swayed
And all night through the session we stayed
'Cause you know you got
shorty got a tan and she all about her fitness
She don't want no ordinary man in the finish
Throw my shades on, it's a sunny day
Nobody could bother me
Woah
My heart is getting cold
I won't let it take control of me
Got a fire in my soul
Soul
Kurosaki part-time
Shinigami online
Blade to the chest,
when it sound like this
Sell dope to make Gospel feel the Spirit in the midst
Pac, Miles Davis, Shirley Caesar made me into this
Y'all can hold y'all
I don't gotta chill who the fuck been y'all
Fam getting killed on some Chris Benoit
I don't got a deal but the meal quinoa
And I got it for a steal
a voice in my head
Said it's an emergency, said he had some work for me
He said fuck the world or maybe he said it in jest
I told him that I already
at the end of time now I'm leading the blind
Found place in the world got my flag and I'm staking it
Cease ground in this space plant seed in matrix
Meat
Fruit of the spirit I'm a fruit fly
I had to change I could not get by
Reppin' The King i'm no good guy
Its only one and he live up in the sky
He
SMOCK
Captain?
KWIRK
What is it, Smock?
SMOCK
We?ve located Lt. Eubangdere, he?s locked in the woman?s room on Level 4.
KWIRK
Oh no!
SMOCK
crawl
When he nut in my mouth
I catch it all
& he cut the check,
So I hop on,
Ride dick off into the sunset
Big black met
Tongue inna crack
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