Lyrics:
perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (yeah)
They know to book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
tell by my (pinky rang that I'm so cold)
Ay, Uh-Ey - Ay [Chamillionaire:] Diamond-Diamond Rangs [2x]
[Rasaq]
Look at my pinky, look at my ring (ring)
I need a milly, times it by five
Actually ten
We on a streak, letter and Johnny
We at it again
Run it back, run it back, run it back
I need a queen,
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
hustling just to get by
Niggas be pussy they be dropping dimes
I give them 10 shots that's a dime
They didn't have my back no spine
Bussin them juggs off
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
Ever since I was younger, I was into video games
Tron or whatever, it didn't matter the name
Thousands of my dollars, have been poured into all types
Yeah yeah
I'm in love with, with X
I'm in love with booting up
I'm in love with expensive drugs
I'm in love with money
I bought a crib in the Hills
yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle,
And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle.
Come a ti yi yippee, come
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
Aye say K.T.
I remember bra'
Standing out ten of us
Flip a bird split it up
Antenna stickin' up
For crooked cop patrollin'
If the red dog
Dollar sign
Whenever I speak or I dot a line
Divine wit the rhyme so keep that in mind
Living exquisite all by design
Dollar sign
Whenever I speak
Mi want bonus mek dollars every yutman mek bonus dollars mek miracles happen hola kasarani makadara mek dollars westlandz buruburu owned by dongaz
the head with a hundred dollars in quarters
So warn a friend tell em it's on again
If it's a freestyle bust in a park I want in
[Chorus: x2]
I
A hundred, I'ma stand on all ten toes
If you searching for that person who can change your life, yeah
Start by looking in the mirror
Believing in
I'm the one
10,000 to 1, could I possibly bet?
I'm compelled by your love and I haven't lost yet
Clearly you're the one
One in a million don't
Ever since I was younger, I was into video games
Tron or whatever, it didn't matter the name
Thousands of my dollars, have been poured into all types
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
the lyrics inspire scholars (students)/Moves just stay polished our dollars no longer yours/Whoa/
On my Garvey Gordy, Little, Revolutionary exorcism/Opponents
Trochę odłożone mam w puszce po herbacie
Działam tak by nie musieć mówić potem pożycz bracie
W głowie juz mam plan znów stoje przy bankomacie
Co
Damn she doin' it to me
5 dollars 10 dollars 20 dollars more
Check to see her roll when she work the pole
Make it so a nigga yells sex appeals
So
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