Lyrics:
Ya te olvide vuelvo a ser libre otra vez!
Vuelvo a vagar hacia mi vida que esta lejos y prohibida para ti!
Ya te olvide ya estas muy lejos de mi!
It's 2093 on 'em
It's 2093 when ya
When ya live like me then it's 2093, then I hope that you see it, huh
I made every God cry (yeah, yeah)
Do you
I bought the earth, I sold it too
I would sell ya whole life, if I could too
You can't fit in, a pair of shoes
Yeah, I know it's not all great
to tell you
Wherever you go
And whether you're high or low
I'll be there for ya
I'm in your corner
If you're far from home
And baby, you find that
Yeah, I no fit to run away from God
Ke
(It's a classic)
Ya life is a give away
Them wan some, let them take away
(Speroachbeatz)
Yeah, I no
con los drone' (brrah)
Ya sabemos lo tuyo, ninguno tiene cojone'
Estoy muy duro rapeando bobolones
No busquen que se activen los demente' y que
brought hands to the game, and we takin over
mind control em',like a hypnotic potion
puff of smoke em',nigga we don't bluff, we rolls em'
curve ya stomach,
I stretch my D., Ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just
don't play with me
I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, you ain't brought ya case with ya
We in
Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn
We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown
(Boroughs, ya'll niggas better know it's something)
a dinner entree
What ya'll critics gonna say, don't even risk it
Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit
Ya'll watered down the game, man, like bar
(what?)
Start dumpin' and rippin' (yup)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead son of a bitches (ayy)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (ayy)
I give
de medir (real hasta la muerte)
Tu momento ya pasó, como le pasó a Grant Hill
'Tás mordío' como Tyson peleando con Holyfield
'Tá cabrón verme subir,
The muthaphuckin G-to the O-to the D
I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy
But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission
To get an autopsy, a raw
colored glasses
I think I love ya even more
Ain't nothing changed about my passion
Now that we've both got tired asses
I think I love you even more
freak like me
Give ya what you need like me
Ain't nobody got on they tip, tip toes and rode to the tip like me
I got 'em addicted, he fiendin'
My body
to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
time
See maybe I'm too quiet for ya,
You probably never noticed me,
But if you're too big to follow rivers,
How you ever gonna find the seas
So follow
dance for a while
Lay around and be lazy
We love all night yeah baby
Sure feels good when ya take me
In your arms
Oh and then we start
We kiss
to me.
Baby I want ya.
Every time we're together, I feel a special part of me,
Drawing me closer...closer to you, baby.
I can't explain....it's just
change baby, ya still
Actin' the same baby
Where do I go baby, you keep tellin' me
No baby,
Said it's breaking my heart baby, it's
Breaking my heart
back my fist
The LP gots to MC
[Wild Child]
Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate, gather round the plate
Ya down to wait for the background chatter
ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes
[Chorus]
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
I see your head lights,
(what?)
Start dumpin' and rippin' (yup)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead son of a bitches (ayy)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (ayy)
I give
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