Lyrics:
ninas and click-clackin' them llamas (llamas)
To walkin' out of Neiman's, mix-matchin' designer (uh)
I whip crack, I brought a brick back to my mama's
Drank
Won't do no plexin witcha Bitch, I keep that Heater thang
One, Never leave the house without my mother fucking gun
Two, Never let no nigga play
It’s like a real nigga innovation
And you can’t mix without a invitation
Virginia for lovers
But fuck it let us tell it buncha niggas hated
That’s why
[Kaby]
Real rap live from the six one - fuck ya.
I mean my strawberry short cake a real load dumper.
I be the En Vogue lover,
The tone tone toner,
I
things I wasn't supposed to see
Used to be my post, we was close
Now we argue to the rhythm of a broken beat
To the beat of a broken heart
Napoleon
bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
(Disc jock) it be some classic material,
bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
(Disc jock) it be some classic material,
TreOnTheBeat, Yuh
Tay This Beat Too Raw Boy
Enviyon On The Mix
I know, you see
Somehow the world will change for me
And be so wonderful
Live life,
Couldn't expect a penny from thoughts To be reimbursed but now I see my Worth after all of those years man Them tears hurt
Teardrops like a waterfall
Mix
wanna be your lover
Sometimes I wanna be your friend
It's out my control my love controlled
By a baby
And not a man
And I don't really know his plan
Baby
Ain't nothing wrong with doing it right
I be fuckin up and I be paying the price
I got my type
That's adidas in white
A diva on my right
Guess I'm
bikini
From Compton, Watts to Pasadena
If you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanor
The town to astound, city by the shore
Our posse's in the house
my brothers goin beast mode
Oh yeah I do this shit
Biggie where the loot and shit
LA with the crew sunrise up in the stu and shit
But I be at the crib
introduce myself, I don't wanna trouble you
Initials spell out RLW
I can be your lover and long time friend
But I'm so caged in, where the hell do I begin
I
body
Married to money I can’t commit to a thottie
Trap house we choppin bricks like karate
Lu Kane I got them kicks like karate
Yeezy my feet no Giuseppe
the lyric that's overwhelming
And house more hoes then Spellman, worse unwelcome like James Johnston
My brains sponsoring speech on the mic, I'm like
of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin'
Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder
'Cause the days of the breaks be just
the shore, gettin' at every fly ho
I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set trippin'
Drops my shit off at his house and then we kept flippin'
Now see why'know
like Cam'ron
Huh' but you can't run
Creme de la creme what dis taste like
Big bite, Dessy bang my line I need that hurricane
Swim good, swear I feel
the gram trying to reach a million
I promised by 33 I would touch a million
You said you want to be my king
All up in your feelings
I cant be your queen
Cause I'm
of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin'
Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder
'Cause the days of the breaks be just
in my shasta'
Screens gone' be blastin'
And that boy D-12 gone' give
Me mix and master but it ain't no sea shell
Flossin in a v-12
Ain't worried bout'
since I lost my blood
I feel like I'm Anemic
Body itching from withdrawals
Feeling like I'm feinin
I just slid right by the house
And it got me thinking
she said (stop lying)
I said, "I am, go ask my mother
And with that wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
To the tick, tock and you don't stop
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