Lyrics:
that bitch Miss Independent
Yeah, who knew
She talkin' to me crazy, man, I start to feel offended
Now things ain't goin' the way that you had intended
I
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
new single right there, y'all
It's called "What It Seems"
Featuring Dub-O and
Produced by my man Slim G'z
It's coming out real soon, I had
I had
right
The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night
My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig
The same clubs and restaurants that kept me well
I'm heard all over the map.
Only rule of thumb, it don't really matter just where you from,
All that really matter is where you're goin' go,
Baby I'm
The park like Ken Griffy signed to Dre
Now bitches wanna get it in with me
And they goin' and cop my albums
Just to hear it from me
If ever you need someone
to learn
The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred
Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every
Night getting blunted
right
The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night
My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig
The same clubs and restaurants that kept me well
working
But had no one near
Album of the year
In the works
And I know things get worse
As I face my fears
Cause that's when my best work shows
Remember when
roll somethin')
Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (uh-huh)
Chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (brr)
Uh, I'm with
somethin')
Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (uh-huh)
The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (brr)
Uh, I'm with the jackboys,
the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10
Well nigga roll me a mic
And let me smoke it til' I'm high
If you ever seen me rock than you know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.
[Chorus]
[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
that’s a plan
I got two albums out
Working on my third well
This here my third
So I got three albums out
Doing my thing for real
And you just bird no I
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
pounds, oh my god!
Getting intimate in voice chat, things are gettin steamy
Noah is telling somebody to suck on his weenie
I spend a lot of money but where
four
Hey! What are you doing? What's goin' on?
Woody: Sorry.)
Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feet
As a slave to that ubiquitous beat
Visions
when the cabbage ain't nothin'
I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin'
You can never need for nothin', only one pipe
Would you like to go
my girlfriend,
You're just another link, I don't care what you think
When I die, don't bury me, burn me,
By the way things are goin', I might die
Rechten, nur weil der Scor auch Deutsch ist
Das ist Hip-Hop Kultur und sie hat mich gerettet
Sag ein falsches Wort und du bereust es
Album Nummer zwei feiern
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back
I pour
about the game, so I'm hunting big buck
Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long
Pass it down to me like a heirloom
The Henny got me wetter than whale
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
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