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into buying us alcohol
Lighting up trees like we were waiting on Santa Claus
At sunrise - chewin' on fungi lookin' all bug-eyed - like Diana Ross
I went
Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC
Memph Bleek, Young god
Ha, ha
Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
went about all the wrong way
She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross
Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars
Now I fill wid King
these horses been Sincerely Yours from analog
Now everything is digital
At minimal I plan to ball
Oh and the women
They resemble Diana Ross
Paths cross
to neglect what I'm working for?
Put my soul in the track like Diana Ross
In the cut making magic like Dumbledore, oh my god
Yeah, never gon' dwell in one
spring like a catapult
Matter fact the flow Supreme like Diana Ross
I'm at the do' like a deer with the antlers off
Niggas acting like Scummy was they
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
"Go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce"
With an atrack of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontime
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli
flesh is peeling
Call up Diana Ross and ask
Her how she's feeling
A failure down with Elizabeth Taylor
Illiterate pedophile Quincy Jones male boy
Your
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Jackson, Marvin Gaye
Diana Ross, Chaka Khan, Stevie Wonder
Like, NWA, what the fuck is this shit, kid? I was goin' crazy
and fuck, Diana Ross
Shut the fuck up, old bitch! Slim THUG is the BOSS (BOSS)
J. Prince the Godfather, DJ Screw is the King
Bought my dick, a Cadillac,
yo tools get loose
Hit the lil bitch from the back no caboose
Sniper as long as the neck on a goose
Dirty Diana but she really clean
Boy I was
home girls and told 'em I can't stay in.
Spotlight stuck on me, that's how it seems
Stepping out, Diana Ross, no Supremes
See it took about an hour just
when the albums flat
Remember that yeah but now it's flarin'
Got me starin' baby got that Victor Baron
I ain't carin' if ya boyfriend live with ya
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
It's only up from here like I started climbing rocks
The luv child, my story told by Diana Ross
Driving by I thought fine dining was Red Lobster
Five wits, my mind's rich
I won't remind 'em the cost
I'm supreme with God's gift
I'm on my Diana Ross
I'm poppin' vows, coin flips
And send a portal,
like Diana Ross
From me G Rap, yo, truly yours
(Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man)
Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad
And try
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
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