Lyrics:
Well nigga roll me a mic
and let me smoke it til' I'm high
if you ever seen me rock
then you know that I-
live and die for
the things I do
home and start flowing
Never in debt never owing
Drop a new album and blowing
Past by the place when we fought for the first time
Past by the place when
when the cabbage ain't nothin'
I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin'
You can never need for nothin', only one pipe
Would you like to go
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
thing I drop is platinum albums (what else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like 'bam-bam'
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
either
If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it,
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
uh
Biggity bump bump
My man came through with that funk funk
Oh snap, I'm bout to roll up some skunk skunk
I'm cold
Ice cold like slim
What is going
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
[Chorus]
Das EFX miss jones
Aiyo (yo) whut go around no doubt come around
Comes around comes around
Das EFX we goin out so yo bust the way
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
'Babe, that's what I thought'
I'm ready to fucking go
Finna roast a bitch you already know
Make an album then I make my dough
I'm all the way up
Yuh, yuh, okay
Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album
Keep talkin' this shit, you not with
love me
With my brothers, smoking tree
Beat was made by Big Gucci
And my flow is so damn clean
Got them saying, he's fourteen
But his voice is so damn
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
Slid up in her Belly
Had to keep the narrative goin
Keep her content
She had a Fresh Mouth
You know what that (Mint) Meant
She know I'm Runnin things
She
gonna say shit but you got me goin crazy little lady
Standing straight the fuck up like the real Slim Shady
Got damnit you amazing
Pop that ass like
Parody of â??The Real Slim Shady" originally performed by Eminem
May I have your repentance please?
May I have your repentance please?
Will you tell
teni amigas
Min teni amigos
Shawty really bad like that
Shawty really goin clap back
Shawty fla e kre ride ride by my side
Shawty fla e kre ride ride
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
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