Lyrics:
If you creep pon your man no mek no-one see you
Can't mek nobody have no secret for you
Hookie jookie and the nookie that i'm giving to you
[Lady's
been drawing pictures for you
Color out those lines live in all of your free time
And things will start to change
Just like things just changed in mine
It's just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin you and your man
on track and bend your back,
There is no need to cower.
Silly, lame, what a shame.
We call to our dames using pet names,
And we’re bouncing like we make
nothing to do
When winter came around, it was so cold out
I needed 2 coats just to walk to Joe's house
When it snowed and I saw a car driving down my road
I
right now
Fish to fry
This next track is in commemoration of my exes
Um, yeah
Baby you got something in your nose
Sniffing that 'k' did you fill the hole
your kicks
Go on why'all can have my flow
I extort why'all hoes for all why'all dough
And by now I think all why'all know
Who's the winner, still
all this pain away
Living life in the fast lane
Praying i don’t crash man
And we gone ball till we fade away
Memories
Stuck won’t go away
Every day i
I don't wanna play no more
uh uh uh
I don't wanna play no uh uh
I don't wanna play by your filthy rules uh uh
Hell no all about my business uh I
to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right then and there
I had
position before
Put my man up on game
Said I was tryna hate
Now he ain't my nigga no more
I don't want the same thing to go down
Between me and bow, we
Ladies!
Throw ya rollies in the sky, keep your hands high, you be lookin' so fly. C'mon!
Throw ya rollies in the sky, keep your hands high, we can do 'dis
tell you, "Taco you ain't shit"
"Ya just a little bitch from DeForest"
Man I can hear 'em
Good thing I got the serum
Good thing I won't go near 'em
Good
my gang and I won't Stop until they know my name
I could give two fucks about the Money or the fucking fame
Man it's really funny I wake up a
And do
it becomes a problem that's unsolvable
It's a testament to the way you do things
And I gotta ask, how dope was is to be on tour with Wu-Tang?
Extra, extra
Read all about it
Extra, extra
We heard the good news
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm
Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing
Not all scars are visible
Stop looking so closely now
You can remove your spectacles
Keep asking why i look so miserable
Cus i'm feelin like i got no
your country needs some killing done
Go do it now boy"
The war itself is bad enough,
It can break you down no matter how tough
But the tragedy of all
man
You dont understand every thing inside my mind every thing
I'm feeling inside you can drill but i dont mind you
Cant dig you wont find mine
But
not don dada but I?
Believe – youngen’s explosive man
Through your bombs up
3-2-1 times up, Sqad up! holla
All I know… is
Is got my hustle on, get my
Never Ever Watch the Shit!! Bang it through your speaker yeah!!
All they do is fuel the fire that divide us
While these fact checkers hiding what unite us
world in your hands
Three little women got these young boys tryna be their man
Do your thing shorty, but if they get disrespectful
Get on your
always tryna take
But they never wanna give
Man I'm just tryna live yeah
I am in the fuckin' zone
Don't come at me all alone
I am wolfin' on this track
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