Lyrics:
the album, I was floatin' on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got 'em clothes up the flow
the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I
and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions was to set you up right
Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, let us set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time
I bet you never thought I'd get on a beat like this, uh
Be known in the streets like this
Never thought I'd slide on a beat like this uh
Or you'd
shit been see through
What I gotta say I think now they know my way
Set the record straight
No cap lemme vindicate
Pain left me in the dirt but I know my
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
wanna kill
I put the game first and if it didn't work
Then by now I'd be bang on the drill (Brrr)
I can make a mill I get a mop like a cleaner
I can get
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set
independent, now I move c.d.'s in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult
I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
lost (the future)
So do you understand it now? Well try standin' over
Seven box sets, reppin' sixteen years
This rap career ain't work, it's
my set some friends still don't pay for shows
Still the token guy on the lineup
Ticking the diversity box while getting it hyped up
Still learning
and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions was to set you up right
Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, let us set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
go, Full Metal Jackit, here we go
Ayo, dipset, dipset, nah Freddie rips sets
Snatch jewels off your neck
Leave your clique wet
Y'all flow drive but my
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
shiverin'
Cold like I'm quiverin' out by the snow
On top of the mountain
Just watchin' the snow
Focus on you and watch where you go
The bar has been set, you
Pick up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus
Violator album
Adjusting his tie, the sweat had begun to pool in all
stabled inside a box that I made of
Some rancid thoughts about my goals and whether or not I am able to get them done
I thought I went into this for the fun
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
Position
Let's get it
We really put our all in this shit
We put everything in this
So welcome
Yeah
Break out the box without droppin' the phone,
advice that I deflected
Never followed, stayed outside the box like Brexit
From city housing to blessing stages front of thousands
Dropping albums
to breathe, but you're here next to me
I know I'm not one to set a fee
So you could come for free, just stay here next to me
You thinking you hot
These bitches
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