Lyrics:
do not consider you competition
First of all I am not even so human
I am a vessel and I have been chosen
Daddy was taken so now I'm so broken
Climbing
a bitch in her neck
With a knife no tech
My wifeless sex
Is gonna have a nigga land in H-E double hockey stacks
It's pronounced stick, you prick
If you
God e dey do am for the boy
So many times I felt I could do things on my own
But you know it ain't by strength or muscle oh
See Daddy if no be you
Every
bye bye to poverty
Poverty yeah yeah yeah
Everyday me speaking with authority
Authority yeah yeah yeah
Even by money alone my money long
V E C viper my
Livin in a war zone
Corrupted by drugs and
Violence
Dodging contact with bullets like Rasheed Wallace
Trying to leave a trailblaze only with Street
[cmt]
Yo ski man, we got to talk bout that bitch, man.
Let's try to dog us out, you know what I'm saying?
Fake ass bitch.
[e-a-ski]
Oh you little
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
and the day I met
The M-a to the see with the dash
M-o-n-e cash came fast on the ave, see?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
With the (funky) (funky,
Too many times in my mind made me believe it
I cannot risk getting caught up by these demons
They said love died
In my eyes that is treason
They say
before I shut my lights I pray to the BenzGod
My days are numbered crushing us at faster rates
They just took that e-class away you see that poor bastard's
plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us
Shaded up, braided up, and I
pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with
work it like a street team with an A&R
Empty the magazine, all the pages fall
By the time I leave, you done read them all
P-E-R-C, yeah
Percocet got
Girls the girls
With attitude
Till they come to get lick down
By the sound of a soul!
Rolling, teacher soul controlling
Shaheed on the tunes and flares
E clark, For The Fam
I died and went to hell to holla at
The devil cause I had a question
Got to talking then I realized I
Was in my daddy's presence
Rap with me
Teni
Eh Don Jazzy
D D DJ Big N
When you are big you're big abeg
Omo gba gbe
Nobody fit to love you like I do
Mi o ba e shere ooo
Nobody
Indian head, jewelry
Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury
Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics
Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite
At the U.S. Open with
that I bring
Cats don't earn the shit that I burn
Lil' nigga standin' tall and be firm
It's either us done with them or get served
Keep tryna align
Record me Gas damn I'm trying folks,(laughs) come on
We don't never lack we scoring (ah)
Aye, this bitch bout to be a hit on my daddy
Let's do it,
to never never let you go
See this sing e no get chorus
E don dey we don dey do am
See the people feel us
No be say na by our power
Na the blood of Jesus
Artist: Ketchup
Album Title: Colombiana
Track Title: Bendiciones (feat Paille)
Track No: 8
Sound The Alarm Inna Di Police Station
Seywe Mashup
brother
C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well..C-E-O sounds
We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball
You know what's up what us
Now what's up with
I went from playing with legos
To smoking up rellos with all of my fellows
The business is private move silent
The album is new, but the hair is so
whipped me by that willow tree
I used to be worry free; now that isn't me
Reality is somethin' I have trouble holdin' on to
Maybe it's 'cause I have nobody
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