Lyrics:
your four points O's
And Benz five hundreds it all points to oh
Now you niggas 'memba me
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
The History of the Great Wars
Episodes IV-VI: The Rise of the Imperium
Episode VII: The Quest for the Trinity of Might
Episode VIII: And Lo, When
bout it
See you steady dick riding and that ego clouded
Ya lady smiled at a brother now you over there poutin'
At The young gunner in a 4Runner
All
like they stuck up in coma
My persona, altered by sarcoma in the summer
I'm maze a runner grieving like a blade runner
Call up minho, chuck, newt, alby
Just put a hundred up
Shawty bad
She ain’t gotta tummy tuck
We the ones
You prolly get runner up
Spanish shorty she calling me papi
And she love it
When
50
He a fast runner like the nigga ricky
Yo Gotti
We do real numbers real chef Benihana's
I'll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred these is Yeezy's
what you like so girl lets get down when we play all night we sex so good And I got you where I want you
Hold ya body up by ya waist
Lay Back lemme get
ain't gotta pick up my gun
Four lows a week we get them bitches cheap they come in by the ton
Cool nigga ain't got no hats but I can get em whacked
I'm
another two with my attitude (attitude)
And not like Mac DeMarco's two (not Macky Boy)
This isn't my 2nd runner up
But more like my 4th runner up (bases
when I blend it
Geek get his S s I and I spend it
Off a perc thirty and fentynal and I blend it
Dior runners but I've never been a runner
Put this bitch
that lil' hoe by the hair, come put that pussy down
If it's good, I throw a hundred bands on, still got racks, hoe
Niggas sayin' that I'm was broke like
first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise,
I'm calling all my hoes, you at the window of the Wendy's talkin bout
Reppin on four, four's
Yo straws look a lil bendy, fender bend over for the low
until I put two and two together
Four I'm stupid clever, Selling you perspectives to accrue the cheddar
There's things you cannot control but it's more
l'aime, et qu'c'est jusqu'à la mort
J'pense à faire mon album, elle m'dit qu'elle a besoin d'amour
J'dors pas la nuit, j'regarde la lune sur l'autoroute
sister, I'm a sunder in the runner
I don't give a damn about it, but I make niggas with the tunner
I got money in the jungle, tryina buy my kids Christmas
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