Lyrics:
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
waiting for finally happened, I connected with the A&R of RCA records and I was asked to submit music for Kelly Clarkson's Christmas album. I had
with no cash flow, is like Luke without his gaped teeth
So forget, what my Porsche cost
Just realize I got enough do', to pay for R. Kelly's court
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
How about maybe not
A Logic or a Mac
Not a G or an Ash
No Machine Gun Kelly bringing punk rock back
Not an Em or an EL-P
A Hoodie or a Jack
More a Zach
I don't fuck with Slobs
I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lah
This is a muthafuckin' see-are-I-P
Ain't no love for an S-L-O-be
[AWOL]
I'm givin' up the K
I don't fuck with Slobs
I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lah
This is a muthafuckin' see-are-I-P
Ain't no love for an S-L-O-be
[AWOL]
I'm givin' up the K
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
But dog what are you gaining by standing there complaining
Cause last year you were making songs about you're famous
This year you're sneaking drugs
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
Earlier she told me she didn’t miss me
Album of the century they can’t lie
How is TSA gone tell R. Kelly he can’t fly
I tell all my hoes to stand back
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
the mall, or creepin out the mo? wit?
Roc-a-fella, def jam, the right label to go wit
And when the album drops, are they really gon promote it?
Is L.A behind
off
Tha Yungstar ain't gone play
Gots to pop
I bang in your ear
I shed so many tears
I bang R Kelly or Aliyah
Gots to drop tha top real gently
Im sippin
I bang are Kelly or Aliyah
Gots to drop tha top real gently
I'm sippin on that jelly
I might just come through
Cause that boy be rockin steady
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
I had intentions on fucking her once
Aye just off the rip
Uh, Aye
Just off the rip its T K
You know how we play C R I P way
We havin' motion so
hot and sour
R. Kelly shit, no golden showers
Bitches on my dick call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
chrome
Fucking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that are Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown
[Chorus]
G-unit
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
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
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