Lyrics:
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
dancin' by myself, so I don't slam my eyelids, but
Compostable cups, pop a penny, I-I can't stress this enough
I would hate to mess things up
But my boogie
murked you
I didn't have to die so that they could call me the great one
Didn't take a couple albums, people said it from day one
From wings with hot
they get just a moment of fame
Then they all peace
Ya’ll just models that rap, look
At yall all chic, it’s adorable
Countin quarters like "Can I afford
And Baby you are the reason why I'm fly
The reason I want you right by my side
Cause you're my heart. You keep me alive
I love you girl - girl
never have to hide the key
Only time she'll ever get a cab's at a winery
Boss chic, signs the front of a check
Level's up with her team, doesn't stunt for
its two of me
And it ain't two of me
So bitch you think he through wit me
Bitch please
I'm counting his money fluently
Every where I go they noticing
really cares if your tooth aches
You can deal with this in one of two ways
You can either be consumed by pain
Or you can live life in a new way
Bobby
On the block, You got your haters and your non-believers
When it comes to chics?
You got your cheaters and your one keeper
She gon' hold that heat
Spotlight so bright they gotta throw Shade
Smile then frown two face like Slade
During the night my shadow escapes
By dusk
I can hear it say
Don't try to run
what I bake real salty
Only for the brothers that live down hill
Leading on the Frontline by Miles still
We come from the same town that's 2 kings
So it
Indie is the code for hipster
Hipster's the code for elite
Geek is the new chic
Chic is the new freak
You gotta be just like me
Freak is the new cool
la
Yo we rock illa killa scratch off the cereal
brothas sayin stagga still that aint all thats a miracle
for chics in the 6's with their name
where its at
This Blu sound shit crazy
I'm the best thing smoking
Leave em chest brains open
Niggas biting style, that's really wild
I got it by the mile
Take ya chic and I hit
Make her drip with a slight of hand
Web shooting like I'm spiderman
Ya stay dick riding ain't nothing but hype man
Im
This is a message - yeah
To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin?
You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz
Fuck that I
That's why we grab up them guns, pick door knobs
Chics need that paper too
Some strip for the cause
Nobody gives a shit
Why is life so hard
Praying to God
by the end of the day
Let's go
Wanna see some snow
Feel the wind blow
Oh baby please
Alright
We'll party all night
The chics are so tight
Get on your
on em'
Haters in the way, gotta dab on em
VIP red ropes, throwin' bucks up
Free shots for the club, putthem cups up
[Verse 2: James Major]
She came to me
s the handicap for my chick
Everybody with a pistol claim they shit got a switch I like it Manual walk up blam' ya
Park the car by the bricks ain't for discussion
the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pious pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, "Whose bias do
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic
Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
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