Lyrics:
to figure out where I would stay
Every single day I had to think about if I was right with decisions I made
I felt real new and I didn't have any experience
fans
Place them nugs by yo nuts, good move
Swept that gnat gnat out the streets good dude
Could never do that, shit don't fit my groove
Nigga playing
Na mój nowy album wszystko musi się zgadzać
Dzwonię do ciebie, by powiedzieć
Że nie mogę gadać piszę chore rzeczy
Musisz koniecznie je zbadać
Chcę ci
no way to stop it
Album of the year, fuck yeah, we gon drop it,
Copped a Delorean hoping there'd be a time machine cause
I'm losing my head like I'm
remote
I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be
It was the E, the V, yes the I-L E
He said, "We got static - word, I just got out
Punks tried
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
is hot too
I went out and bought ya album 2 times, I ain't hatin'
Next thing I know you talkin Jamaican like you a native
But you really violatin', you
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit
Yeah, motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp
ain't gang, you here for clout (fuck outta here)
Talking shit, we tape ya mouth (boom, boom)
I got pitbulls with the red eyes
Knife by the bed side
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it
emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
a psychopath
But half the time, while I'm scramblin and gamblin to pay the rent
I'm livin day by day and cent by cent
By the end of the week my knees feel weak,
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