Lyrics:
will ruin your gear
Rippin' off your clothes from your head to your toes
Idolize the sound that many people have chose
Sound so live, you would think
none of you niggas
When I'm near you I feel like a metal in a microwave
I'd much rather be at home all alone by myself
Fuck your support, I can buy it
your head is,
I was always there to help you break the fall.
And now you wanna pretend that you a superstar,
And now you wanna us to end, whats
and we're coolin hardcore
You never seen a MC with such style and finesse
Wearin hella silk shirts and pants by Guess
You can search the universe, but you
dog
When I'm with the big guy
Up in the blue sky
Yeah hand me a brew-ski
Just chilling I'm just trying get by
Yeah I haven't eaten since yesterday
I
[Infesticon #0]
Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
On this beach, leave you
Yeah yeah
Aaaaaah (yeah)
Every time I look into my eye, I see
I see things you can't even deny, I see
Superstar I swear I never lie, I see
I see that
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
daycare home
Before you with me, I was alone
Tried to do something by hand
To do a everything into my head
Tried to do something by hand
To do a everything
the Louis Bag on
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I don't go outside with the Louis Bag
I don't go outside with the Louis
Got my head come spinning, on a ring ting
Frequent DMs, on a ping ping
Let me see what's sitting by your pinkie
You a leng, leng
Bag a man quick, quick
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my
head nigga always
Bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap
And steadied the clip on the seat
All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G
I was
mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin
But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas
Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch,
get the bag
Stumble step, I
Stumble
I, Stumble
They want me dead on sight
Pray to the nine
Alright
MurdaWorth better
Know your worth
Put blood
or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal
they say "Poppa, very"
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie
Done did it, come with it
Get your head splitted
Play with the butterfly and get stung by the bumblebee
Gotta know my niggas making bread, like Sarra Lee
Your girl gets me to the crib, she tie me down
and started listening to her peers
Oh dear, now, Maria was your typically obnoxious analytical
Head strong rebel flipping off the principles single mother
She ain't phased by bright lights
And she got ways that I like
So I got days that I might
Pull up on your block and drop all my options
They can't
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
[Baby]
Baller Blockin'
Nigga I don't give a fuck
When it's on, it's on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch
I'm a neighborhood superstar
I'll
the kid on the pedestal
But I go for the head so I let it spill
Into my cup but it overfloweth
Red ink in my pen written by the poet
Signs of the times
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