Lyrics:
breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you
on all 10 if I ever get killed
Niggas want smoke but I ain't scared
I walk alone, I'll never be misled
Say that wrong thing, put one in yo' head
I say
[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out
ne nose in my business
Bout to display you like cinemas
Hate me but low key wo feeli me
Flame
3gya ne ndum
Litty me gyinamu till eternity
Musuo nka
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yo, I said
Blood sacrifice
You talkin' my life
They tried to give me advice, but, I went through it twice
the store
Freezin', it's twenty below
Blowin' this weed by the O
We just 'bout to leave and then, yo
I think I just seen me that fiend that Gene and my
Yo, ayo you don't have to honor me
Cloak smell like YSL L'homme de la nuit
(coughing) not known to smoke soma herb
Alicia Silverstone feed me like
Cannot lose the balance of the focus
Rapping like massacre
No notice
Sacked but never handed in a notice
Savage slick I swear that is my slogan
Yo
the fuck up
I should go say that shit to Tech N9ne or to Jigga
Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as he's been here, shit
No wonder you're mad, now
Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man it's whatever
I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and war, yo
We
the king of Brum
And I stand by that if anyone's mad
And if he's pissed off then tell him I'm glad (yeah)
I make girls wet like the Evian ad
Don't say
don't understand, I got moves to make
You could keep it steady staying in yo lane
Take one
Take two
Take three
I ain't mad at em
Take one
Take two
Take
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
We ain't havin that this year
This is comin straight from the Bean, knawmean?
And we ain't havin that
[Name] Street live, muthafucka
Hey yo, Rhome,
terms
I sweat you like a new perm
Now you itchin like a rug burn , yo turn
Don’t get mad at me cuz you making your money like an intern
Damn you
Trust me you gone end up by yourself
Yeah yeah yeah
Cause This is it
Cause what you see is what you get
Yeah
Say you leaving but you ain't leave yet
Don't
Uh
Aaron Awesome
I gotta sauce em
I remember at the age of 16
Just a youngin with a dream
Gunna get it by any means
That's a bet
Now a youngin
grab that
Momma ain't happy so I gotta do it right
Living by the neck
Living by the chain
This ain't nothing go in gang
Don't go spray stay in your lane
how the time went by
When all I did was stand right by yo side
Your the best drug that I always had
But it turns out so bad
Tell me how the time went by
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
Yo, it was rough from the start, son
And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten
Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks
on the stage, start reelin' off
Yo, when I'm goin', better see me off
Well, not everybody's gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If
ain't ready for it, uh-uh
But get ready for it (aww yeah!) (world premier)
Queen Bee (Yo Swizz where it at baby?) Talk to 'em
(Where it at?) Talk
abcnten aa 3y3 big man tins
Yo yo cy3 slim ass girl
With body Shawty fresh
Nice smile Big booty
Kuta big breast
Ne body no y3 bad
Hunu bia aa wana press
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