Lyrics:
tripping off lyrics
Soja Boy tell them did better then the regular
But hold the beat he ain't speaking for everyone
Nah nah these niggas is lunching
If we
[verse 1]
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
Wit nothin but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
you a loose end
I'll be killing and murdering a beat, in the blink of eye
Caught you by surprise, red handed, with your hands in your pants
Maybe
the other guy loses
He's gonna be on CNN
It's OK
That's what I say
It's gonna be OK
All Saints Day 2020
Vote your conscience, God bless America
And by
grown shit
Damn, that boy floatin', he treat them beats like they oceans
All these people wanna greet like we old friends
I ain't holdin' back, tell
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr Goodie-Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack,
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas
I say let that dude go I like the beats
I like the cadence, I like the song personally you know
He was saying he got locked up and he was going
I was gonna do a Quadeca type
Beat for the last one
Um and then I just realized
I released a whole entire
Album that's self-produced
Called "From Me
do
On and on and on is how the beat goes
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
I wear
known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was
the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin' he's reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear
Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that Homer's marries to Mona
Darker days, I see my friend, he's going through the ringer
And I can't do nothing, stand there with him, pen is in my fingers
Feel bad when I beat 'em
Man, I'm nervous, heck boy this is my first shot
I feel like I'm coming out of my shell and it feels to hot
And maybe this is why he was so scared
take him as he is
43 albums, as much as Neil Young
With wonderful songs on everyone
A lifetime of work
A soundtrack of life
And never afraid to write
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
sum
She take shit that bitch dies
And fuck the feds on talk ion talk we do drive bys then we walk now he chalk
Took his brain off he forgot he gon rot
and lit
cll cause he tried to sell a tape by sucking marshalls dick
Binge, gobbling, you're not in the top ten thousand artists
Even if you started bobbing
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