Lyrics:
a year
All of a sudden, ten years later "I hear music"
[Chorus]
"I hear music"
Cool V, give me a drum roll
I can't believe how hip-hop has
Pretty thick bitch
She don't like to play no games
She be chillin
If I need her
She gon bang
All this money
Like I got my own damn bank
Smoke it by
Tore everyone apart but the law don't give two shit's (don't give two fucks)
Just another black boy in the system doing time in bin (true)
But he had
Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your momma to get off of my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
I'm gonna hold it,
On ours so hard we wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme
like part of me is lost
If I could, I swear I'd probably have an argument with God
I know you got your reasons, I'm in my feelings, I don't understand
have to kill all fetal positions by ingesting a
morning-after pill
Crawling fast until I get rewarded for how good I've behaved
While practicing my
you step just like a camper
I pass, the popcorn, the mix I drop on the mic
gon', have you hummin my song, all the way home
It's cool and as long,
have a fancy car, or diamonds and pearls,
but girl if I could, I would give you the world
I’m not a super model or all that crazy stuff,
I just have my
can’t get enough
And they all get alarmed when we summon
Already know that we wake the whole city up
If them boys get behind me then I’m running
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
can/
I refuse to take orders from invisible men/
Oh you say being gay wasn’t part of his plan?/
Then why the fuck he give little girls the parts
part, oppa seen me and he sped off
I was in that dark, shavin' cereal like Kellogg (Kellogg)
Fuck you think, I made it all this way by gettin' stepped
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
them
So I'm going to give it to y'all in singles in the same order
I want you to hear it in from the album
But you guys are going to hear it and it's
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
diggi dick two
What huh what huh huh huh
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick one
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick two
[C:] Ay yo P man with all
diggi dick two
What huh what huh huh huh
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick one
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick two
[C:] Ay yo P man with all
I pass, the popcorn, the mix I drop on the mic
gon', have you hummin my song, all the way home
It's cool and as long, as you and the song, be
Bonita apple bum
You got the wrong song
Not a love sonnet more a farewell poem
All night long boy you know you're dead wrong
Could gave it back but
Callista Eon McKenzie
I have two separate PDF text thread conversations of both her phone numbers in many cloud accounts and hard Drives
They haven't yet
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