Lyrics:
only respect the real
M.O.E Is how I feel
Pay the cost
Ill pay the bill
For the empire
Ima build
To the front
From back
Bout to get all my
Stats maxed
M.O.E. that spells it
Trill nigga don't set trip but I knock wrist if you fuck with me
Yo blunt last two songs
Mine burn until the album finished
Look back
Heb me tippi strak gedraaid
En wat assi in men flu
Dikke track gemaakt
En me album coming thru
Heel me libbi is niet zwaar
Draaien cali en ben moe
vindictive
I put my 1st album out by myself that's initiative
I can rap on and on without being repetitive
God was like here's the power of words and he
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
It's M-O-E, so all I need is more chips
Swag stand out like pimples
And cold-sore lips
Ugh! Pill hotter than a snotty nose
Body doze, who not exposed
It's M-O-E, so all I need is more chips
Swag stand out like pimples
And cold-sore lips
Ugh! Pill hotter than a snotty nose
Body doze, who not exposed
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
Yeah
Uhuh
Wow
Look
Look
I gotta get up there's money to make
Riding on E like there's none in the tank
Ion do words like fill in the blanks
Fuck what
Keanu Reeves
Tank full, no E's
Ass soft, he squeeze
Riding in that all fours, no hands and knees
Catch us in the Treehouse but we not in trees
He be all
precise right in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
The girl straight from the heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my
a glizzy at value pawn
I wrote you a album he wrote you a poem
Niggas can't compare to what I am on
Super gremlin and it's written in stone
Stop hitting my
around scope gotta make
It choke when you go deepthroat like it from the
Front but i love the back moe wanted it on her
Face but by accident i exploded
too much, by forty I'll prolly retire
And I don't get tired of cracking they heads in the booth Like my ego I walk with the iron
I live what I rap,
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
got your bike I can't let you pop Willy
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
My cousin Zu chilling in the stands with the Pack
And he
centro ed è vero
Che io cero per te il nostro noi, senza ma e senza se
Non sapevi dare risposte a tutti i tuoi perché
Se non credevi in me è stato meglio
M-E-T-H
Yeah, look
Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up
My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough
They bad, but that ain't good
Just put an album out and now
I'm working on my second
I got 'em paralyzed
Like that band Finger Eleven
You know I go hard
And I shine like a diamond
need to fuckin rest
Too busy being the best
And I'm boutta fucking go
Kyak bitch make her moe
Topless shorty in the front row
I love her tiddies doe
Eat
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
And Furious sequels
Oh
Now you's a gangsta, what's that sounding like?
My speeds the Batmobile, your speeds a mountain bike
Yeah
I write an album in a day
or based on the chi
Fuck you and your money if you are based on the greed
God's time is the best,my album now in the market
My drive cannot be parking,My
nella mente e non sempre si è in grado di capire immediatamente a chi o cosa si riferiscano.
Sono pensieri vaganti che si fermano a bussare per un istante
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