Lyrics:
eyed, beatle side, snake head
And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
All that just to shoot you,
Fall Back, this shit is cuckoo
Cha
love pass and spill through
your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you
up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin
that bring forth
started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got
technicolor heartbeat
And they say
That it helps you forget everything...
Sweet charity
You drink your poison from a cup of gold
Your gift keeps on giving
mind
By gazing into the transfinite
Let constellations be the focus of your eyes
Celestial luminaries, your faithful guides
Release your aura that you
it's the wettest
You follow my steps like Apprentice
She get on her knees just for practice
I bless her like this is a Baptist
They say that my smile is
You a dime and Ima face, I feel like Uzi I'm this Patek
I get Moody I get madden
What you see is what you get but
What they reap ain't what they reppin'
Cause I'm a moody bitch
I tend to snap a lot
Gotta take breaks from my blick
Cause on demon time I'm liable to clap a thot
And you hear this shit that I'm
Just got an expensive pack (yeahh)
Black Locs with the golden rims to match
(yeahh)
Nice style, yeah the Fresh Prince is back
(yeahh)
2 wings
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
since '92
Look at all the bullshit l been through
Sure caught beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then a blue light niggas knew like
I wanta tell you a story 'bout the Dooright Family. That soul singing gospel group from the hills of Tennessee. They travel in a silver eagle with
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Shorty please do not think, that I ain't like that
Like I said before, shorty gon' bring it right back
You gon' hear her ass clap, lil' nigga like
the profit back and said
"Bless up, what else you wanna hear" (Push em out, push em out)
Shit just tell me that I'm next up (Next up)
Her new nigga he don't
endlessly was the lifelessness in your face when my heart stopped n the docs told you they didn't know if they could bring me back to you
when I risen again
all lanes
All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything
Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, bless king
Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse
You
on the block, you can get that off
Put you on the right lot
You can get that car
Put you on like a fitted
Put you on in my city
Got the stars in the ceilin'
Hop on the beat when I’m bored
Been a dawg since I was born
Back in the day I was warned
Watch who you bring in your storm
Know your slime keep ‘em in
get 'Moody'
And If you don't, now you know, like I'm rapping 'Juicy'
Even if you start to win, won't pass you, you're kudos
People living by the stick
can't go back to a blind side
If you relax to a hind side
Aaah aaaah aaah
Hear me comin, I left you all with a kiss
Gotta left wing fetish, right wing
Came to far
To let my self back trace
Trials tribulations i embrace
Take it day by day
Fallouts cause pain
When you dont see it coming
If you around me
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
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