Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
bone
Hit this cocaine and do yo ass wrong
Like a 1 in 1, put 2 to yo dome
Glock, Smith and Wessen, Luga and Rugaaa
Will make sure you have no future
a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
That really love me, for the shit that I taught her
Will Smith on the guest list, pops
daughter
That really love me, for the **** that I taught her
Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya
create.
Like Infinite age, mythical mermaid and Ocean Gods. Black owned in our communities providing jobs. Master P, Robert Smith, Reginald F. Lewis,
a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
That really love me, for the shit that I taught her
Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm
these verses
Me wo krom stilli p3 bidi until I be a legend
Me koma do me fie, it's why I'm twi-pop repping
In and out with the flows, Champion coast
Dissed JP then got hands like it's two man touch
You Slap me?
Son you know the fucking pistol is clutched
I Will Smith em', turn Chris rock into Chris tuck
they will test ya shawty
24's that's the best VHS shawty
DVD and P-S-2 in ya head rest shawty
I'm on a mission shawty gotta give out my digits shawty
it
Get started, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
Stockin' cork for the that continue
To keep on sippin'
It's the prince of the Roc jazzy
Jeff got the beat locked
I learned the switch from Will
Smith i need
of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
sleep but
It can buy a bed do you possess money or by
Money are you possessed
Money can buy you a house but
It can't buy a home
So even with money you
caught in this
The third verse
Will let you know
Just sit back and peep
The chorus
And it goes
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by
potna's got the tay' stay sippin'
Talkin about money,hoes,hustlin' and pimpin'
I'm over
Doja like this fine bitch
Shinin' like a car or my news stands smith
You not in position to joke
You seen the Oscar's, you watched it, right?
Well I Will smack you with the Smith
Don't get Rocked (Rock) tonight
I got my
deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit
God bitch ass rappers, and P I'll trap ya, then like a federal case
I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, I'll
shortys come and ride on you
(when the pistol click clack)
If you still alive will you really get the dumpin' if you got that 45 on you?
[Chorus]
deserve this
Butterfly's all up in my stomach like a first kiss
Just a word smith usin' poetry and more
But distracted by these girls who want their
we played Yu-Gi-Oh?
Yeah, that was way before the new me though
Got a strong will, maybe stronger than Smith (Uh huh)
I can't rap? Must be a myth (Mm)
and an Arizona
They will swear they couldn't detain you so they had to shoot you multiple times
Even though you were being held down by two cops It's still not
The only time I flirt with her
Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I)
Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's
See why we can't finish together
I'd rather do
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