Lyrics:
turned around, I swear to God
They coulda shot me
Have you ever hit the scene with
Your dreams and your backpack?
All on Snapchat
Showin' niggas that you
a cop-op
First thing I'ma do
Is hit that drive thru
Micky d
It's so overdue
Lemme get a ten piece
Make it extra crispy
Getting a little thick
Weight up by
to pray & here it goes
Man all these fake as bantu rapper get exposed
These niggas hoe's, wooo
How they get beat by
The king here, tell these wannabes
drop albums every season of my life
High life
Trife life
Hatin on the bitches cuz I just need my wife
Cuz I just need my wife
20 man in a year
20 grand
with a star 'cause a nigga tried to clone Ken
Came up with the style, niggas say I tried to clone them?
Cool, when yo' check hit we both split it
white hope
Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope
Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack
At the building refused
My girl left me
Roberta Flack said
Never you mind
Love may lose
But at least you tried
The wisdom hit me in the eyes
And I almost cried
to rappers that are intelligent
Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irrelevant
A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
magic, eh? It's coming in.
Well, that's like...
It's like it was sung by angels.
Hey, hosehead.
Yeah, what?
Guess what?
What?
It's over!
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
Of A Woman by AGNETHA FALTSKOG from the album Eyes Of A Woman at LyricsAndSongs.COM
I gave her all the reasons for being in despair
She said that
rocking microphones sin! Sin!
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
phone, come by the crib
We in the pool, I slid it in
I slid it in, I slid it in
I take a quick shower then hit again
That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's
I
your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do
hits the ground, a man rushes up and pushes her down
She drops her keys, the man picks 'em up
Then drags her by her feet into her house like he don't
and I'm speaking with value
Turn up the volume, finna hit y'all with a album
'Til then I'm a need you to
Calm down and let me get you high
See you
Dost se změnilo, rodina, zázemí můj novej cíl
Dodělal jsem školu, album THÁI mělo chuť platiny
Další hit, Kytky z pumpy jsem psal ráno v kuchyni
Šílený,
ra-ta-ta (Ta-ta-ta), vyletěj plameny jak na grilu (Brr)
Vrm, kdo by to byl čekal, hmm? Mý Gs říkaj: "Kubo, seš zmrd
Další hit, další album, top forma, lepší
stopped hoopin' I been pimpin' pens!
Now I'm surrounded by these bitches like I was pimpin' Ken!
Lookin' for a bubble butt, tryin' to bust a couple nuts!
the fries
Would you stick by my side?
Would you ride?
Would you roll?
Would you go?
Need to know, Need to know
Hit a slump
What if business was slow?
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
Fans take a picture of me grinning
When I'm around women it's like that
Now picture me, I think I'm winning
When I'm alone see it's right by
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