Lyrics:
you gonna be the only bitch in this shit
You playing checkers I'm playing chess
They only call me LRx cause I'm the muthafucking best
I'm Hooping like
Hit a lick in this bitch, whoa whoa
Gotta keep a couple shooters by me
Just incase one these fuck
Yeah
We just hit a lick in this bitch whoa whoa
I
not check her (woo woo)
Check or cash it don't matter just get income
Just got sucked up by a thot and showered the bitch in cum
Stop cuming in bitches
the current be killin em
Fillin em with the cash, my cheese premium unleaded
Come get it, first wreck the ton, then let the Pun hit it
Split it in half, watch
back in the booth, Yea I'm back doe
We comin' back, huh?
Let's go, yeah
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was
you know it's me, flowing on this beat
And I don't deplete
I fill the shelves up with this album in high demand
So just chill the hell out, and let me
two at the end just like checkers that's double crowns
Want that triple crown, I'm the best around
Got a horse in this race call me Churchill Downs
I'm
the best
Hit them with the right hook, I may Floyd the Weath
All these bitches is my sons, pass 'em to they step
I like the triple M's like a stack, when I
back you a niggah like me
Come hit the Ave w a niggah like me
Aye
Clap for a niggah like me
Give dap to a niggah like me
All in the trap w niggahs like
Got my quirks and they work, new shorts and they’re short
Rep so many cities and we’re putting in that work
Cooling by day, and we ride at night
You
from feds in every county
I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling
Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's
This shit is like Romper Room
Why do I
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
the games that she played on me
You can meet me downtown, at the AMC
Waited 2 A.M. for my direct deposit
Hit the checkers, got the sauce that I dip
Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I blew him like
the eyes (Hey)
Said baby you are too fine (You are)
To be fucking with those lame ass guys
Put you in Prada if you stay by my side
Treat my women good, yes I
ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh Man a nigga going back to the Old shit
Tote sticks hit licks Sell dope shit Pop out like jack in the box with A Mac and a glock
I
The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfucking face
Your album ain't tight, what in the fuck is you pushing?
You played out just
tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down
Step the fuck back lest you wanna die my dude
Swallowed up up whole by Shai-Hulud x2
Fuck it let's do it live, even though I'm dead in fact
This is
bitch, now she stealin' my lingo
Got some head in the back of the back by the gringos
When I hit that lil' bitch from the back, she say bingo
I'ma nut in
don't test you with the dick out
And me and Menace chilling on
Hit Dewright street in Dekalb county
High speed chase got arrested
Hop on 285, James Bond
for you all of the time
Listen to the music on the radio
Top forty hits of yesterday
(I love you)
Leavin' on a Jet Plane
Blowin' in the Wind
The Silly
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