Lyrics:
account is off?
Oh you must really muthafucking think we that damn soft
Hold on, yo, Sheek, what you gon' do? Cut her whole hand off?
Put a pillow over
close make
Sure that work it disappears
I can get you murked with
A whisper in the ear
Getting it cracking over here
They getting work but ain't
No action
robbed niggas and went to school with 'em
That shit don't make me
No motherfuckin' difference
If I gotta get it, then I gotta get it
And I'm gettin' you if
to practice nigga don't Play me
No Eddie jackson bitch no safety
Silent killler when you see me it's up
Mama saying she don't see me Enough
Plenty diamonds I
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took
say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took
There's no need to say much more
I'll cut it short
You're the one I'm waiting for
the real me, mmm-mmm-mmm
Over here, or you go over there?
Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the, whoa, uh-oh, uh-oh
Ready mama? (Yup)
I'm so proud
couldn't see me here
So brother, check up on your Billboard pops
And you'll see I got more slots than a cheetah's got spots
I wrecks, gets wicked, you
answers, this is what you tell them
"Help me I'm at Michael Jackson's house and he's
stuck his glove up my shorts"
All you naughty boys are gonna get
to feel sure he knew
Cut it off and sold it, said Della
Don't you like me now
I'm me, Jim. I'm the same without my hair
Jim looked around the room
You say
out
Don't let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out
And don't try me over IG
Don't try to be subliminal and get it by me
I'm a criminal, I'll leave
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
abnormal, like you
There's privacy for a reason, Rand, it's true
So let me go out here
Far away
You don't want me anymore
OK I get it
Just let me be out here
half-brother
Do you not see that I give full measure, and that I am the best of hosts
If you fail to bring him to me, you will get no share from me, you will not
the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You
You Owe Me
Partner Don't You Dare Be Late
And Look
Make No Mistake
I'm So Serious About My Paper Stackin
So Get It Straight
I'm So Serious About This
Heart come and tear
It apart but I'm right
By ya side to come and
Fix it
I can never give up on
You after everything that
You told me you been
Through
They asked me where I get my soul from
Let's go, yeah
Jackson 5 shit
This is it
Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah
Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see,
They asked me where I get my soul from
Let's go, yeah
Jackson 5 shit
This is it (yeah)
Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah
Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey
of me, too
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've drunk with Willie Harbach (19)
Also Roger Stauback (20)
Wriggled pretty far back
When you start
to your tour bus, we comin' all 800 of us
Project one, project two, project three
My Recena Houses, Jackson Houses, Webster Houses
How that sound to you
account is off?
Oh you must really muthafucking think we that damn soft
Hold on, yo, Sheek, what you gon' do? Cut her whole hand off?
Put a pillow over
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