Lyrics:
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
the road, I lost my soul
And I know 'cause it glitters doesn't mean it's gold
And I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna let the truth be told
I don
And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
bitch talkin' bout "make mine"
2 Rollies on the same wrist
Fuck that bitch
I don't waste time
So minute by minute
I calculate where it's my interest
look empty
I turn your bitch to a nymph
She serve the whole team, call her Venus no William
Shit
Head while I drive got me swerve
Fuck on her friend,
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I
of some of our peers
Like my homie Jamal Pryor aka Slo Mo
Had them rhymes that was hot fire
But Chan say, We all live to die. Don't ask no questions why
reason to cry"
(Dirty little secrets)
"You see the last pioneer is waving his flag
Framing the organ bone by bone
Burning in sections, twisting his flag
my fans,
But unless the image is jeopardized by leopard eyes, then I don’t believe I can.
Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album
he bought and
Brazil and Spain he fought
And freedom then he sought for Argentina
Now Admiral William Brown
You're a man of courage shown
And in
to the William Gates
Rent to own dats real estate
Vote black nigga stay awake
Black dollars built the USA
No dis not gang shit
Dis for my niggas get money don
urn
I wonder if I'll be earning
A spot in hell or heaven
If I don't return to this earth
I mean it's urgent
So I get discouraged
Seeming so worthless
stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Aye
William pulled up
Don't wanna
You're free to offer objections
Junior at the end of my name, my father professed it
Murder Mountain and this album is like sophomore and freshman
So many
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