Lyrics:
Wouldn't do that to you
She said bite your lip, now, sweet child
You're the bastard son of a thousand blues
Well my Daddy was gone by the day I was born
money, ain't get it
Now I'm spending my whole damn life in the womb
Pussy, nigga ain't hittin'
But I'm hittin' all you hittin'
Sound like I passed that gas
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
as the birds tweet on a blurred beach
Sun rise, early worm sleeps
In a birds beak
I rise like them high tides
Off of Long Beach
My rhymes leave they eyes wide
was blowing up her phone? Buddy
I was face humping
Twenty-three shots in his chest
He LeBron James cousin
That lil' bitch keep looking at me
Smell
the white coats and the black ties
And the men in blue
I am looking for you
With a grin on my face
And a hand on the gun
With a fire in my eyes
There is
nigga like (The loon)
Shots a send him pass the (Moon) give a fuck about a (Goon)
All my niggas getting lit, shots a leave em in a whip
Blue faces I aint
on a Prada couch
Ugh yea yea
I'm driving backwards down I 45
Cotton candy colors iceberg since I was five
I'm frost frost bite I'm syrup in my sprite
They
Gang in here
Gang in here
They know my thugga Gang
Nothing like that other Gang
They can fuck wit us if they want
We let them burners bang
This shit is
the flame
Better rebuild arson off the chain
Got a detail ops was watching mane
In my starship I'm Rick James
Bitch
Niggas ain't talking about shit
Niggas
the only Blazing Fury
Is in my belly and it feels like lead
You know that I'm a fiend
For that true blue ice cream
I scarf two cones and a funnel cake
to change
The rap game won't be the same
Stay in my lane think I'll choose the fame
No more waiting for artificial flames
Here I go again
With the same damn
cotton
Not as a slave, but a share cropper, South Carolina
History tends to repeat, friendly reminder
Paul Mooney says when a nigga sleeps, thats when he
In synthetic fur
Smoke trees by the kilo
Weed connoisseur
Baliw ka ba?
Sira ba ang ulo mo?
Kasama mo sila
Pero isipin mo ako
Gusto mo talaga?
Hindi ka
chick that likes to sleep late
Even though I'm always tryna keep faith
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tape
Scarface on the tube for the 100th
the blue
That's the truth, I got cotton candy money, that's pink and blue
If we in the clutch, I put the team all on my back
That's a fact, we going for
First with your hands and then with your mouth.
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds.
I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen.
It was down in old joes barroom
In the corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there
Next to me stood big Joe
It was down in old joes barroom
In the corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there
Next to me stood big Joe
to St. James infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lying on a long white table
So sweet, cool and so fair
Went up to see the doctor
"She's very low," he
of moccasins comfortable for walkin' in
No A&R marketin', this is my reality
Still dope, power walk, burning off the calories
Fact and not fallacy, Metal Face
Phonte, Rozay Ricky
It ain't all rosey like Andre say
We lost three legends, Whit, Etta James, MJ
Gotta protect the kids where I live
My pen state (Penn
skin
And the music in my heart, and the words put in the wind
And the words put in the wind, coming back like a boomerang
When I take this microphone,
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