Lyrics:
future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just
I lost my fame
It's a cheap trick
I want to do it again
I've got no life [Repeat x2]
I am a separate entity
From the guy I was before
Here
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
And these folks decide to crush her wings until there permanently broke
She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke
She crys but loves to sing songs
cheap exposure
Seek for closure but stayed open minded
Always seemed to keep composure, peeking over both his eyelids
Speaking vulgar in misleading
asleep with some with a freak
'cause the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief
[Mr. Cheeks]
I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still
hide a body in the truck
And still hit the hydraulics and probably forget about it
The flows is hypnotic, see through the trick knowledge
Never did
the name
Yeah, papercutz
Papercutz, Paper
Here we go, papercutz
Papercutz, paper
Paper, cutz, papercutz, paper, paper
Are you gonna do another album
from Bushwick
You said that, talk was cheap and her pussy was deep
It's not the size of the shit but the motion of the open
So there's nothin to be
in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book
By it's cover word to the motherfucka
I I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and
Came in the office
like a
Door picked wit the porchnit
Bring like heroes to courtship
I treat it like a cheap trick
Hit it raw dog
Abort the kids whotry to be us
See this
poles again
This chopper do tricks, you gon' go fold it in
I know they be hatin', I still post they shit
We slid on they block like we 'posed to slid
Feel like the world is trying to stop me
It try to knock me down I stay on all tens like Rocky
Nigga wanna trick you out a blessing I ain't stressing
Man this beat's so lazy
And I've been so wavy
Drink by drink, going a little crazy
And I'm lit so early
I just want a bag and the game toe tagged
Smoke
asleep with some with a freak
'cause the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief
[Mr. Cheeks]
I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still
insemination
No obligation to our backwards civilization
These cheap imitations can't pass these examinations
Beating these dicks no masturbation
And no
picking, talkin' bold till this shit get deadly
I be geeked, we ain't smoking on no cheap dope
I can't feel my body think I might be going sleep mode
The independent kingdom
The last resort to numb ourselves
With cheap trick hard drug
Big brand chemical
Box-set hard porn
Fake tan aerosol
Filter filled fake lives
more clicks
Quick fix, cheap tricks, miss this softness
Quick fix for the mind that’s hungry
Quick fix for the weak and ugly
Quick fix for a battered
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
strings too few for the eclectic design view
Use paint to measure if foundational cracks grew
Baby blue is cool by my preference is mango
More like orange
a Cheap Trick
Gettin' lost in the sauce like footage of Deep Kick
Rain in the desert comes once in a blue moon
Never to return too soon, making its own
alright
Don't care where to go if I am by your side
Don't care bout this mess, I've always been like that
Don't care where we end, if we've enjoyed our
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