Lyrics:
it's a dub for like twenty hoes (uh)
Wanna know how many I got left plenty more
Twenty four seven writing raps got too many flows (yeah)
I've been in
you more
You love it when I lick yo ass from head to toe
You try to run but I don't let you go
You shove it in my face and violate me slow
When I'm with
I just wanna let you know
That it's hard for me
It's mad hard yo
I loved you
Nah
I love you
I just
I don't wanna let you go
I been feeling shitty
flipping
Yes
This girl got me smitten
Yo
Having trouble letting go
Having double kittens wet the floor
Get excited when i take control
This that type
you stay corrupt
Is it just me, or do I keep coming with bangers
I'm a musical insanity C-sharper than yo daggers
Ima keep going never stop never quit
I'm all up on y'all timeline
Shawty hit me up say she like the way I'm tweeting
I said tell me more I like the way you speaking
She said if you want
album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best
not a millimeter
Goddess smile impress me, yo bless me, so bless me
If we stumble that's fine by me
At the end of the day it's 'bout who I wanna be
Yo, listen, listen, I need y'all to listen
It's been time for me to show you what the deal is
Your boy been blossoming like some fucking
[Speech]
"We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal
and endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
heart just breaks
For the lonely footprints that her mem'ry makes
I feel her touch on my cheek every evening
And two arms wrapped around me every night
mind
I get up in the morning - put the kettle on the stove
Tommy Steele croons a Guy Mitchell tune
I never felt more like singin' the blues - but if
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
I don't want to go downtown
I don't wanna move, don't wanna stay this way
Missin' you
Yo, I ain't the type that'll move from stress
No seeds, no sticks, that's all I twist
I twist backwoods up, that's what's up
When I come to your
Don't be a hoe today, where is your momma?
Where is your daddy? They would be ashamed of you
Probly would hate me too, behave yourself, I know you
wish list.
Let me rifle a quick flow
More punchlines than a high school disco
Ain't nobody gonna tell me what I wanna do
I'm rude
Get your thongs out I'm
And it don't make rent, how I don't get paid for this song
But it make rent, in my pocket when I pull 'em out
And it make me, want to go and.. yo
I feel
you wacked, uh, by ya man
Type of money make me know why mama nem say don't trust your friend
'Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gon' cross
keep me healthy)
Every time I hear a seed dyin', more mothers cryin'
(It be that hood love, that keep me healthy)
It's nothin' like the hood
Drug
The cinematic after effects of alcohol
Have led me to believe
That there's nothing more beautiful
Than a face as it starts to fade
From your
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound
I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I
before they even try to get me
If the enemy tries to mob
Get mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squad
Inmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-in
Chilled
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
and looking, he's looking and looking, he's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me, he's looking and looking
He's looking and looking,
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