Lyrics:
Feeling so Cherry Pie
When you swoop me from the airport
You best have my supply
Now all my party people
I know you know what's up
So put your drank up in
winner's smile
And you know how to leave 'em moist
We can never know the hands we're in, until we feel them grip
Choking off our air supply but I don't
back by air or even by water
What ever it take to get to the crib
Gotta play it safe cause they out there
See I got so much clientele home waiting
I
wailing like rough sex|Got a bunch of baby mamas|I ain't got no kid by none of them|All I do is supply the goods,|And feel me all up in they stomach|And I
of the border
With a hundred grand in my pocket
For the first trip just pack a little bit
'Cause I'ma bring the work back by air or even by water
What ever it
don't wanna see me advance
Thats why they try and bite everything i invent
Getting money is all about supply and demand
Got supplied with the pole to go
with grace carried him to a safe place
"What have u done?!"
Vayu got so angry stopped the supply of all wind and air
Animals humans ALL getting choked
The highest caliber make it a night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with Assata I do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban air
In through the nose
And out through the mouth
In through the nose
And out through the mouth
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
D*** son what is this
c lot of things that I find ridiculous out there
I just feel I need to let it air
Five Points First Street to the Ron
Rapping impossibly nothing by quality
My philosophy running monopoly
honestly this I the sovereignty
Something in the air gotta nasty flow
US Mexico
niggas won't even kiss ya
Fuck the niggas we gon' air 'em out
Supply 350's till I wear 'em out
Supply 350's these pairing out
Niggas tuck they chains
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
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doors, now you oughta lock 'em up
Take great care of the air supply
Beware nightmares, they come to life
Where am I now? This is not my home
Oddly enough,
on a mission
They hooked, we supply the addiction
Only multiplyin' addition, no division
Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin'
Got it out the mud
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
chemistry
Creating pure bars like their methamphetamine
Rappers say to get on their level so I gotta skydive
Spit a 16 swiftly then I dip like a drive by
Wasnt tripping I was kicking it with Wifey
She between a double-nickel and a dime piece
Harlem garden grew God all of them
Surprised by all this cuz now
I'm on Pluto getting domed by indigo hoes
These smurfs love my hose they really petite
Makes my dick look like 2 feet
Turning green they envy
How I
started hitting my own supply
A fiend getting high, fucking with googly eyes
'Til an art critic came and gave my shit a try
Now I'm on top of the world
Feel
like a bad habit
But if you wanna try have at it
God gives me everything I need with a full supply
I don't look like much but don't fool your eyes
My
want's to
I only want him to live if he wants to)
This is the last track that I wrote for this album because I keep prolonging the inevitable
This is
"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher
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