Lyrics:
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
the street, yeah
I'm still gettin' this shit in by the week, yeah
I got out of town, plugs this shit ain't cheap
Nigga, I want a whole thousand for a p (Lean)
cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit,
to think
What's been going on in my sleep?
The devil got some tricks up his sleeve
I went bought a property I could have bought a AP
I fucked that hoe she
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
to me, I'm an intentional freak
Get to fucking on the beat, yeah
Get to fucking on the beach
Miami on Christmas Eve, yeah
I got tricks up my sleeve, yeah
I
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember you still
I’m probably next up
Stay Scheming was my summer anthem
I told them boys I’m back like a phantom
On my third album (Third album)
In the past 2 years
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
good I said gracias
I get along with the stars and mafia
Drink in the morning forget by the evening
I Kiss her in face of her man im just greeting
Fuck
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
pic, before
The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the idea
From this point
* this is a song she performs in concert and which will be on a live album
Erykah- "Lets see how ya'll groove to this"
"Alright"
I'm gettin'
you gotta go, go
Keep me by your side, I'll be everything you need
I'll make everything alright, blow
Ain't afraid to body more, more
Just in case you
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