Lyrics:
spark it up
If you can keep it lowkey
How does it feel
To make a living off of living? damn (how does it feel)
I’m doing me
Never appealing to your
Is it yes or is it no?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
on the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don't chew it,
Do you swallow it in spite?
rapping bout the money i ain't really got nun
Tell your mother imma give her nother son
Take out my pp stick it inside em one by one
I got
A hunnid thousand
murderer!
He must be found!
Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine,
When I was young (when I was young)
I looked my mother in the eyes
Said what does love look like
So she answered me
She said it's different (it's
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
strapping
Spend a bag on a Louis V jacket
In love with the fashion imma addict
I dont want that shit you can take it
But if your pussy clean bitch come make
wicked men
He's even said "why waste time in trying to please God?"
Anyone with wisdom knows this truth, that God just does not sin
He treats people
everybody could just exhale, let your belly out, you know, and chill. You know. But people get mad at me when I say, Look, let's stop frontin'. And I'm
Polo Rugby from his head to his feet
Fuck your Gucci or your Louis V
I came out my mother's womb feet-first
Rosemary's baby, second coming rebirth
I'm
to suffer
If you are real you will attract your kind
I don't let this words out of my mind
look am doing fine
It's God's grace I got pace
Cos he knows am
to give me
Mother made up for him, always watching over me
Days would go by and we would never see his face
In my mind, I'd wonder, "Does he have another
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
and walk out
You know, if one person, just one person, does it, they may think he's
Really sick and they won't take him
And if two people do it, in
get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
With the bass in your trunk, weed
you happy?
All of the voices up inside your head
Where does it end?
Try to forget till you can not pretend
Where does it end?
Stabbed in the back by
Big, well let's rock
Saw her neck and pocket book checking
Break out the cup with your henchmen
Start the indo digestion
Yo, you can't rap style on rap's
on with
Your life that's what they
Say but know what fear does
To your strength you
Don't even feel smart or capable
You just feel broken
And not just your
now
Tell Dirt what up, I know that y'all about to slay now
With three baby girls, your son ain't got time to play now
I'm thinking about y'all from when
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
misplaced
And flowers shown
Are grown by mother's wet face
After receiving mother's fears
Slightly relieving for a doctor's ears
No more reasons to clean your
motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending
That they love us fucking the soul out us
We call ‘em "The Golden-Mouthers"
Paying for the service with
Louis
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
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