Lyrics:
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers
Ross
We were never intimidated
I've never been a sycophant
My mind bigger than a mammoth
Next year, me and my fiancé shopping in Bergdorf
I talk big
flesh is peeling
Call up Diana Ross and ask
Her how she's feeling
A failure down with Elizabeth Taylor
Illiterate pedophile Quincy Jones male boy
Your
(diana ross/freddie gorman/janie bradford)
Go deep in circles
To find it in me
Rain falls around to my beginnings
So many riddles of my identity
I
n'cap a me
T fai o gir nda giostr
Son stu trip hinterland by night
Son ca martell nda cervell e l'hi FI
Merda prod in the place
Skarraphone co cubase
Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin' inside (it's wild)
As the blunt ash falls into the ashtray
I
Jackson, Marvin Gaye
Diana Ross, Chaka Khan, Stevie Wonder
Like, NWA, what the fuck is this shit, kid? I was goin' crazy
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
the motherfucking glock pop (don't stop)
And fuck a Glock I'm fuckin with a Sig Sauer
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor (misdemeanor), that's what we do,
the motherfucking glock pop (don't stop)
And fuck a Glock I'm fuckin with a Sig Sauer
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor (misdemeanor), that's what we do,
(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She
home girls and told 'em I can't stay in.
Spotlight stuck on me, that's how it seems
Stepping out, Diana Ross, no Supremes
See it took about an hour just
like Diana Ross
From me G Rap, yo, truly yours
(Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man)
Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad
And try
please come correctly like we got a flaw
I'm eating these rappers now he gotta floss
No mountain is higher like Diana Ross
I know Im blessed like I sleep
And if lovin girls is wrong I don't want to be right
'Cause my man Babyface said that it's no crime
And of course I'll work Diana Ross overtime
You
...
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
Well, The Who, The Stones, Debbie Gibson and Diana Ross
Record a Supergroup single
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
and fuck, Diana Ross
Shut the fuck up, old bitch! Slim THUG is the BOSS (BOSS)
J. Prince the Godfather, DJ Screw is the King
Bought my dick, a Cadillac,
caught
This is the life when you playing a boss(boss)
Choppers sing like Diana Ross(ross)
Catching passes cause I'm Randy Moss(moss)
Bitches playing but
weird thing is happening
Even though it's silent in this church
Somehow, the speakers are picking up Piano Man by Billy Joel
And I've never heard of that
a blanket
Clutching a portable tape deck, just about to crank it
She's listening to a song by Ms. Diana Ross, uh-huh
Singing "Dreams can come true", Jim
bubbling
Diana Ross the boss of the rock
Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot
With a dime as nigga who be tossing knots
Every bitch hating 'cause
sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging
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