Lyrics:
to the left like
Bust a you-turn
Now I'm dippin on the freeway
Headin out to Englewood
Going to see my thang
Open the door to that g-string
Tell me what
your girl an dyoug et a big kiss
gotta say, it doesnt get better
better thank the good Lord on a day like this
Aww
Life, life, life
Its wild
Flip flops and bottle tops strewn across his hotel room
What a night, what a party what a place, Cancun
Got your purdy little head on my sun burnt
boots Santy Claus, Santy Claus lets stop at K-MART get some colonge damn you smell like deer farts Santy Claus, Santy Claus lets party all night then lets
police pullin'
Up to the party
Like they really stoppin' the shit?
Niggas be weak as the fuck when they catch me
I'm stylin', profilin', they copy my shit
put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In
where
These niggas bust ya grape quick with no hesitation
Mind in the matrix is sorta Oceania like
Slumber party calling all the demons that I can't
hittin' the belly
Yo, used to kick on the semi
Now mum see her kid on the telly, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Shelly, stay with the mandem like Debbie (hahaha)
party
bust in a tomby i like arenecia yeah!
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
You're just a young girl
All alone by yourself in the city
Act like you don't need help
Honey, honey
Is this heaven or hell?
When it gets like
I stroll down the Ave like big Johnny Rogers
I pull tricks for a fix and tonight
I got flows for hos with low self esteem and,
More for those
Good evening
Hope everyone's doing well
I have a story that I would like to share
Now, this story may seem familiar
But believe me, it is not
So sit
light, headlamp header
Holy drive-by Batman, Hand gestures
I escape New York like
Watching King Kong backwards
And you will know us by the
Trail
Since the moment I entered into the big book of life
The day the story drew its mark
Upon me, like the bubbles in a glass
Of champagne
big like they were shootin up an AIDS needle
So cling to your mom's memories, calamity's a remedy
to recollect childhood memory lane
Envision,
flaška a v druhý mam mic
Cítím se cool, já cítim se cajk
Jseš jako obrázek, dávám ti like
Dáme si dance - all night
Pi, pi, pipipi pistol, je tvoje eso,
it up
I like a nice small girl with a big ass butt
I'll bring her home make her
Feel like a million bucks, ha
Now partying, all night
And I'm hanging
cause I
Feel like I'mma die
Party 'til my death, cardiac arrest
Heart beatin' out a nigga mothafuckin' chest
Dawg what'd you put inside this weed
Is it
metal
Got the gas in the relo, I'd rather keep it mellow
I like my bitches mellow, big butt shake like jello
Shoot out in the hood, call me Hoodie Mello
on ur own doorsteps
am talkin to the skets
with no big decks
making bare fake cheques
making bare fake bets
in ma casino
i wear machino
at ur party
You know you could always choose to ride with the big boy
Just before, I ride with the clique
Toy with it I could Probably kill a nigga for this shit
streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throat
by the gallons
And stay hydrated
Not thirsty boy
Rich Nigha
I used to be a dirty boy
Donald Goines with the poems
Mixed with Langston Hughes
Pulling up
They corrupted by the lies, and it's riddled in truth
The curriculum outdated you illiterate spoofs
We need the education system more lit and improved
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