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was the cousin of Barry G
The founder of Hitsville
Please pay attention because the story it gets ill
Shit's real
Trials and tribulations son's
A conversation with you do for me
Nothin', I be hustlin' I
Ain't wastin' time
Cuz time money so you owe
Me if you wastin' mine
And these hoes love Barry but I'm
went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean to salute all my ops
it all like Barry Weiss
Getting treasures means nothing else than having you sitting by my side, girl
Let's look at the stars, honey
Oh don't you
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
get Money and I fuck Bitches
And they bout to fade ya hood because ya Big Homie out here snitching on Black and White
Catch you right there
for a while, gettin' richie like Lionel
Now she all up in denial because she gettin' it down
While I'm only gettin' better so she back on my D now
I
smooth like it's Barry White (Yuh)
And keep my soul clean like I sterilize (Aye)
When I'm in the booth, yo, I terrorize
Throw it all in like a pair
yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)
Maserati coupe, it's a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink
This is my same old coat
These are my same old shoes
It was the same old me
With a same old blues
Oh, then you touched my life
Just by holding
you can tell I'm the shit
Aye peel off
Hood ties, I ain't leaving til I get a mil off
Cut throat, shawty wit a drum it's a sawed off
Play it day by day
Krys Barry. Cyrev on the track
Whatsoever my hands touch-shall prosper And Increase
"All I do is smoke
Yeah-all they do is drank
Ball out with my
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
Wade family in the building you can't hold us,
Me, taz and Wayne we the three new moguls,
Buffet around here y'all boys scrape the plates,
And we
the best raptress alive
Nicki Minaj
I'm in that cotton pink Bent'
Put macs on the guts
White on white whips
Kunta Kinte on the clutch
You
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
you think I'm runnin here, a chicken coop?"
[Barry White imitator]
Foxy, the word's on the streets from New York to Cali
You're the one
But you gotta
see realistically
Because skin that's white is really pink
So either you can't see or I can't think
Because skin that's black is really brown
But that
Right then folks
I've had enough of all these soppy tarts wandering around complaining n moaning about everything
Alright you've got nothing
& Kells giving niggas Hell all this gun talk I wish you Niggas well my Favorite bad bitch love the way she smell and the fact she never kiss and tell run
caucasian saviors
No more white messiahs
No more best intentions
With all the stuff you buy us
No More White Messiahs
No More White Messiahs
No one wants
my name is barry from the way that we Bond
If i conVince you then you would think my name is Vaughn
Lingerie black and white on my head ill be spawn
just slide, cuz all in my eyes
It’s way too foolish just to die because we hurt by our pride
I’m Enlightened like the Dalai Lama
I ain’t frightened by
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