Lyrics:
chillin behind
Never thinking im in a bind
Waiting for my time im just waiting for a uber with these rhymes thats the 4-9
The 411 and im just waiting for my
come this world e bless for me
Na wetin be the 411 your love na the real koko
Na you I dey fall fall for
Na you I go follow go
Girl you fine Rwandan
the telli swag be drippy yo
Bring a chick, 4'11 when she tippy toe
Baby shift, may be little, she make Velli grow
Legs, ass, breast
Legs, ass, breast, whoa
Like Shad K
Yo I'm ill with the wordplay
Talking bout hoops
A Giant to me like Andre
But no 3k I just play 2K
Looking for the 411 not 401K
Well I
(that’s my home)
630 flows in the 206, dog
What’s the 411, dog?
Who called 911, dog?
I’m from the city where they moving with them silencers, dog
I’m
I smile in the rain
No 411 pain
Still for the people
Morgan Morgan
I felt washed up
That left a stain
Eyes leave me scared
They lion kings
Bills
care for me care for me
When you said you were my 911 411 no i can't depend on you for answers
Oh I'm not feeling ok
You make me feel worse when I'm
not miss
Anderson better than
Silva genuine
Realer than realtors
This jam moves
Band rules
47 I seen you at dii dance 411
With jas learning dance
unless of course it's sitting in the top dresser
I'm an info junkie what's the 411 I'm becoming aroused
Straight A student, thirsty for knowledge I told
it is what's the 411 uh
Packin' ya bags, you
Leavin' me fast like
Ooo baby where you goin'
But this ain't brand new
I just can't stand you
Then around
But you didn't fold
See that's when the money the power and all the respect come
Bird brains don't get the 411
I can't be fly with just anyone
I don't
to prove
Even though nigguhs might think you cool
I can tell by your eyes, you're lonely
No need to be a phony, homie
Show me what's the 411
Or the 412, if
conmigo tú sabes que soy
El tipo de 411
Me encanta tus poses, me presento soy quien conoce tus fases
Con el humo se cura y traje la
Rose, dice que la
Just wrote somethin
Goes a little like this
You see
My inner thoughts they keep on workin me
It's 4:11 AM I need to go to sleep
But honestly I
playin the tiniest violin for you
For ya 411
You sound like a broken record
Half of our section livin broke and restless
Ya narcissism got you talkin
Equations!
Balance both sides of the equals sign
Equations!
Take steps to bring the solution to life
Yeah!
Yo let's get it started. Here's the 4-1-1
And it's funny cause you really thought I was a dub
But you know I had to hit you get the 411
Now she all up on my line because I'm coming up
And I tried
with the WYT
Whats the 411 bitch I need a phone bitch ima need me a phone bitch
Run bitch what the fuck bitch ima run bitch run bitch give me fuck bitch
S-P-G|Style 2-3 come on||Lina:|Don't you say I-D-K|You got the info so don't play|L-M-N-O-P use it|The 411 don't abuse it||Chorus|
want the scoop and 4-1-1, they want a lot (info)
They want the tea but they can’t get inside the pot (nah)
You know you can’t tell niggas too much
'Cause
of the world
Mark 4:11
Today, I will come into an exponentially greater knowledge and understanding
Of the mysteries of the kingdom of God
Mark 4:22
Today,
Enough for you to get sick of me
Got me thinking now I need operation
Obligations on da forefront
But hindsight is 411 I need information
What we got is
With the 4:11 gears eat the quarter in a sec
I got a quarter in a sack
I'm ah burn it in a hour
Pack of 5 swish sweets with some amaretto sour
Take me
quick to switch they tend to snitch
Giving the 411
Makes me sick I'm with my click
You Want to trip
We can catch that one on one but never forget
I always
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