Lyrics:
the best
At the critical moment proved-impotent
Bitch you guessed it
Seen it comin'
When I stuck my thumb in
Simultaneously Lookin' for the fame I see
You
lookin' for the fame I see
You only ride where the rangers be
I'm right where the bangers be
I started an agency
You staring-a-aging seeing me
Got you
to our casino, 'cause you and me know
Hundred percent like a c-note
Lookin' for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer
this
Fuck up and popped it, ugh
So gwarn then, hate, I don't give two fucks
R kid, you can tell man later fam
Your gyal told me she got cake for man
Eddy, are you there? You’re not planning to harm any women right? We talked about self control Fuck that, I’m gonna fuckin’ murder Chloe Kardashian Run
Kick in the door
I leave em' dead on the floor (BLAAATT)
Forty-four bars off the crown I don't think they ready for the war (Yeah)
How much money for
(Ayo six)
I had a link up with my ex, I don’t know if that shit was worth it
Lil time spent with you, swear though that shit was perfect
But you
'm lookin' can you help me out
I need a lil' bit and quick, you dig what I'm talkin' bout?
[Bad Azz]
Hey D-O-G, I got some Chronic, see I'm on my way
I
yeah they all are dumb
Yeah Fuck you bitch yeah you ain't stand for nun
So tired of seeing you I swear I've had enough
Now you're getting in my way yeah
teacher, but you like my guidance
Like a star my lil baby be shining When I make it, it's gonna be the perfect timing
Yeah you know I ain't lying
Yeah you
ass really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so
past called history,
Bound to earth and sea by everyday catastrophe.
But how many rupees are you ready to unleash for this land,
Where earth turns
that water with me
right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me
straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
got paid for them old
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
power you think you have, politic man you make us laugh
But you do nothing Mr politic man
I don’t listen no more to the politic man
Tired of the words
Lil bitch
CHORUS:
Aye
Yea
Load another Clip
We are not the same
You could Never tell me shit
Bitch I had it
Turn me to a devil
If you try
piece
I ain't ever come in peace
You don't have to take my word (For it)
The top is what I'm heading for
All you niggas are a buzz kill
I got the Plug
on you in seconds
Lil' mama, we can kick it, but I got an important question
Who payin' for them trips, bitch, you work at 7-Eleven
Not me, not me, not me
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
to the mic these rap niggas get quiet they no that I'm coming correct
I'll murder your album with 1 minute verses you know that the cadence erect
True life
to create chronicles for your body and soul
I need a are for being ready to regulate
Ready to demonstrate staying steady
I'm collecting feddy in another
demons, protected by angels
I do this for all of the mums that are cryin'
SK, SK, SK, SK
All on my feet I don't rock nothin' else (no)
Might grab some
already know
I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go
And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war
I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your
Taking you for granted
And you so bad that I can't understand it
You not from round here must be from another planet
Cause you so fly
Walk by like oh my
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