Lyrics:
they manners
Got no time fa stallin I'm the answer
Reason why they callin me the panther
Zone I'm in is lost imma dancer
Deelin like I'm Ross no Diana
don't do it by the book
He like Jesus coming back
Got believers feeling shook
Pray to Allah that we made it this far
Put cake in the table We been
Better than Santa Claus
Got me all drippy like I'm in Niagara Falls
Easing on down the road (ease on downnn)
Mike and Diana Ross
You know it's finna
before you lose your heart
Everytime it's broken a piece gets lost
You heal it by playing Diana Ross
Then it's back to hoeing like Santa Claus
How do we
you know
I make them hoes holla
No Saint Laurent
But you know a nigga
Been a boss
Fuck the cost
Bitch I’m from the D
I was made to floss
Diana Ross
to God without jumping through a hula
He told us to do business till He comes, He's the boss
So I won't stop, in the name of love, Diana Ross
Jesus is
that will slice, slice dope still like prosciutto
Rocked to sleep by a Geisha doll straight from Tokyo
I'm the ghetto Diana Ross, he's the hood Billy
dance
Dance to Diana Ross
Who’s dancing with The Supremes
Dancing to Doris Day
Thinkin’ about the squeaky-clean
Fuck
The American Dream
Scream
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while
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
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
cause I'm the boss
So mother[edited] Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
Because they know what the time is
I rock [edited] for the fly kids, be -men,
I'm Bert, p'raps you've heard of me
Bert, you've had word of me,
Jogging along, hearty and strong
Living on plates of fresh air
I dress up in
of the roof
Speak of the name they speak of the truth
I'm running the same it's changing my views
Yeah Diana Ross couldn't handle all the pressure I've been
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger prints of man...
And slivers of my life...floating,
Still soaring in space...
And spirits of bee hives
Even
Bariga Bariga Bariga
Ladylack Bariga
To ba ni change e ma wole o
Mi ofe were laro kutu kutu Monday o
Ladylack Bariga Bariga
Wake up in the morning
featured a piana
But now you’re up there in
Heaven with Princess Diana
Amy Amy it’s a terrible shamey
You couldn’t cope with the pressures of famey
Amy Amy
honey, honey, honey
Open my wings up like an albatross
I'm comin out like I'm Diana Ross
Step over the threshold
Now I roll towards a higher goal
And I'm
no escape from these monsters
If you start shit we ain't stopping
Barricade your way so you get blocked in
Thinking you'll survive on some Diana Ross
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
racks in ya face
Everyone know that I'm paid
Everyone know that I'm paid
Woke up this morning got laid
She eat my dick like it's Lays
Money I'm counting
and pass me by
"Dirty Diana", for you, I ran from Atlanta, it's true
Give her the paste (uh)
This not a regular bag
You better not treat me the regular way
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
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