Lyrics:
funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair
funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
gettin millions with ice
Yep that would be nice
I ain't picturing peas with rice
What you see is the price
Word to SP with rights and a gangsta's lean
row's
Cause yo, I flow and go continually
2Pac, non stop rippin' up scenery
So now, you know how I be rockin' shit
When I flow, same hoe with
to me
Like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see
a wanting watching you walk away, oh
I will try to meet you by the old highway, oh
And if it's now I'm down to slack, with the sun shown across my back
And I
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
Dumb nigga better watch out
No doubt i got this son
With my clientele I keep it str8
If theres something they call me str8
Just like jésabelle you aint
might be different this year
Sometimes the winds ain't blowing your way
I will dare meet me any place
And I welcome a hint from whatever heaven
Mary
My name is QU, Aye please get off my D
Wipe your damn face bitch and get off your knees
J to the a, y the hell you still talking
Cold nigga that
Got a lotta bands in a coupe
That I made with the gang
A lotta hoes veulent ma Dick
Car elles savent que j'ai les swag
J'ai le Wood j'ai le gas
Il
darlings
So you might be free in this world
Please remember me
And remember I love you
Remember what we fought for here
So you may never have to
Mary would
Chilly B
And I'm a surefire, pure blooded bonafide house rockin' Jam-On Production MC
If you want the best, come put me to the test, and I'm sure you
peculiar your pursuers only think with their rod
And think they’re hung like a god
Logic is flawed
It’s the price you pay
And now you’re on display
Don’t be
on bercardi tryna get lit with you
We been getting too high, let the vision move by girl if it stays than it is true
Girl let me give you my sweatshirt
both attended PS 33
(A) you're adorable
(B) you're so beautiful
(C) you're a cutie full of charms
(D) youre a darling and
(E) you're exciting
(F)
marijuana she was smelling
Who am I kidding, know she be Mary Allen with the yelling
Maybe it's a skunk that sprayed near the car
She said boy, you gone
the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon'
huh
Stealth but get loud like a space shuttle
Catch a case, motherfuckers got a place for you
And it's 100 brothers like you that's cold with
the wheel
Those set on flesh don't even wanna kneel
Kneel to the true and living God who is real
Need you, I seek you, Wanna be with you
But while here I'm
Standing at a party
Just locked eyes with somebody
They're clearly trying to greet you, yeah
You smile, "It's nice to meet you"
Oh shit, they were
clutch
I smoked the whole eighth for lunch
Gotta gas up like a diesel truck
Must be scared of the pressure
Why You freezing up
Said I gotta get high like
never be enough
Cookies, Greenthumb, you’ll never see enough
Ton by ton never undone
Looking at a unsung hero, you among one
Only one outcome, running
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