Lyrics:
want more I got plenty
Is that pussy for sale
Or is it, is it just rented
I’m a real man at heart
And a playboy by choice
I ain’t a fuckboy at all
Baby
My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch
cats
Can't ever state all the facts like I'm muted cause I'm always direct
TV came with a check, see me change what they said
Be me, you would be dead
guns big Hash too
It was written in a tattoo
International lampoon with cheerleaders in Cancun
Catwoman in a cat suit
Swept off her feet by a hand-broom
till the day I die
I can't be living like just to survive,
The fam and the crew all gotta thrive
Chrome boys chrome soliders
She say my heart getting
hollows is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against
the hunger back
So tell us why you lie on all hoes you ain't a Thunder Cat
You try to justify lying
And you gon find out how it feels to get punched by Mike
the hunger back
So tell us why you lie on all hoes you ain't a Thunder Cat
You try to justify lying
And you gon find out how it feels to get punched by Mike
just a little bitch before you morphed into a hater
"Jarren you're so provocative,"
"Do you have anything to say that's sort of positive?"
Yup, suck
of my peeps stompin your grill 'till your flesh is embedded in the street
My death rap will get you cats pumped end up in the back of a trunk
And your
That's aiight, though
'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block
Watch us turn nothing into nitro
And we don't mingle
'Cause none of us don't really
spitting how I’m feeling wear my heart on my sleeve
My rhyme’s loko
Couldn’t even find no dough
Now they’re flooding all my DM’s for some signed photos
swagger be the dagger in you rappers hearts
Living legend I know the real Dwayne Clark
Cats thought I couldn’t ball hard I’m like Boss Hog
Horns on the hood
circled in
First cat back now, he’s swinging that wild
Duck stuck my life into his stomach
Made him take a bow
Three dudes laid down, back to the fat one
He
You feel me
We bringing poetry back
You feel me
We ain't gotta do all that cat rap
You know, usually we just slow it down
You feel me
We just talk
She's sipping a cappuccino
Like a cat sipping out of a bowl
He's black espresso
To start his heart when it gets cold
He's thinking "cognac"
I was having a bad week – I crashed the car and the cat carked it
Weighed myself outside Woolies and I'd put on 4 kilos
Arranged to meet an old
the people, Colombiano y Africano
Desde Egipcio, el faraón with a golden heart
Este flow es bendito
(Si) For the gang I go to bat, yo, where's Bruce Wayne?
be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire
She's sipping a cappuccino
Like a cat sipping out of a bowl
He's black espresso
To start his heart when it gets cold
He's thinking "cognac"
Climbs out of his module into the chemical haze
Two death-defying dance steps ahead of the current craze
Surrounded by a cool blues funk
Got holes
this foolish Christ!"
Instead it was time for a dive into life
To see how far she could go
Throwing away her freedom
She's looking for her chains
a playa' wanna holla'
Seen cats trying to run game
Impress you with their dollars
You ain't like that
That's what I love about you
No need no man to give you
face
How your words started stickin' I could see your brain tickin'
As your eyes dart around my place
A broken heart burnt out, unplugged by the trash
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