Lyrics:
a ginger head
Oh yeah, I know you
Erm, I've just been, I'm calling, we're doing an album and I mentioned you in one of the songs as a famous person I know.
ever shanked that bitch
What was it one two three six millimeters by your side?
Run run from a robbery homicide
I'm all about sunny days and the blue
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
you're vexed
I can see it in your eyes and your neck
I'm like, come on dog, your wife is a pest
Just being a guy makes me a threat
Just seeking advice can
take a seat, but the album on repeat
Close your eyes open your ears and let my God speak
And seek true faith in situations most bleak
And when they say
a Papa Doc's, back to your proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka's sock
I
a week the whole album gon pop like
SV standing in the spotlight
You're not liked
Cause you're not like Supa
I'm a Viln in my own right
Magnito with
spices
Elites be eating babies
I guess that’s why they got rabies
Boy why you acting simp
In your head you really think your a pimp
Both eyes tell lies
I
you hard, but act soft when you see me? (How bro?)
'Cause you got that look in your eyes, better not look me in the eyes
I told you to finish first,
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
unless you scream
You'll never see it coming
You'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes
You're done in
By the time it's hit you, your last surprise
Oof
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
professor with
The urge to teach
Overrated, ungrateful parasite
Undeservin' leech
Shove the barrel right in your mouth
You don't deserve to speak
The Ku Klux
you will hear in this album
Everything,
Are my thoughts and feelings on what’s happened to me this past year
(Jeremiah)
I got two girls in my eye
I
on
But I don’t run from it dawg
I want eyes on this
I want albums with no skips
You got your mind on that
I got my mind on this lil' bitch, that’s why
I
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
your eyes off me
I knew it in a heartbeat
That you were the one
But now, you skip all the songs
"Damn" album or "Babydoll"
Don't think I know you at all
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit
Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
you've been talking 'bout this shit)
(Bro, just drop the fucking album)
Yeah, yeah
I don't belong on this Earth
I see my name in the stars
I want it so
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
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