Lyrics:
clit
If I'ma pay for anything, I might as well pay to excite my dick
I've paid for worse things, you should pay for something that'll last
Like
an abortion
You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions
The lyrical composition has been composed by and written
Spitten, created for
mothafuckin sunny day
Stayin in my tub like I was told by young Mac Dre
I said in the last I'ma savage when I go up in 'em
Another fuckin hoe be bendin over for
(Female singing to Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain")
Here comes the...here comes the Feds
Watch out before they knock you and your crew
So don't
the rain I'm the 'New Edition'
The fast lane had me layin' in the coop wit pigeons in my life
[CHORUS] (Sara)
(In my life)
Life is what you make it
Though
the wedge while I'm fuckin for free
Scared to death like you stuck in a tree
I'ma stretch your ass out like I'm cuttin the deed
Frontin like a big man but
and why my daddy never here
Why I got this IEP, and why I can't just be prepared
Why these teachers laugh at me when I say I'ma be the mayor
When I say
niggas, now you feel like you a goon?
That hairline is playing with your brain
Somebody tell Tory he better stay up in his lane
Before the rain start
untimely set
Trippin' peeps in the streets
By-standers, children and women
Are watchin' me fall
Blood sprayin' on the ground
Must be bust up
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas
But it's all right, I'm
make am no evidence say u try
Where's the lie, Eni give up lo fuck up Oro madie mi shi ma fly
Please Don't Give On Me
Wait for me I'm coming
It's been
I'll take a bad bitch and put her on game
I'll take a rapper and call him by name
Just to show Yall we ain't talking the same
I'm high as hell, hiding
driven by hunger
But I won't fold under pressure
So, I'm breaking me outta the chains
Victory flow in my veins
The blessings will come like a rain
Be
respect on my name
I am the king of this game
I used to get played by a bitch but I flipped up the switch, now I got the plays
I used to take it to heart
I'm gonna make a song, to talk about a dream
Like we're all inspired by consciousness, sensibility
If you want listen to me, I'm talking about
Verse 1
Cory Gunz:
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I'ma get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit
or singing or writing a song
Mama be telling me "I don't like you doing music" you ma only son
Mehn I've been working, my girl even started complaining I give
of the Sedan, the trucks is colory
Drops like candy, handy whores wanna soothe and spoil me
Made frosty, the cock is cholesterol-free
Lil' ma, come and get
one white
Why be wrong when I can be so right
I make it rain all day and all night
Kill the blind walk on water evey time.
I'm a hustla just asks pops
jammin that screw (my music slow)
Rippin 4, my jewels they glow, y'all make it rain, I make it snow
Downtown where I usually go, hit that door I walk
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm
Goddammit
Ayo
I go by the name of S.P.I.K.E
So Potent
And I got a public service announcement
You know it's real hard to find the real these days
I
making it rain
I put a bezel inside of my chain
I put a picture inside of my brain
Shattered the glass
I'm breaking the frame
You fucking with him
But that
know
Go to the club then u make it rain as if it was mo fuckin snow
I got a pound on me
She suckin dick for free
My chains they wet like the sea
I'm hot
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