Lyrics:
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card
paper, I'll have your ass urgently exposed (what?)
No emergency's bringin' back your souls
Slugs shatter your bones for pat-pattin' me in the dome
Learn
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me, when I spit for the set,
my thoughts is this anxiety
They try to keep me incarcerated but that's not in God's plan
So I'm staying by myself to put my stress in God's hands
No
on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain't shit the little homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me
Let's go get a stick nigga dip with me
We
Got got-boohoo
My white tee from boohoo
Was bought for me, by my boo-who-do what it do
I been the truth
Chuuch, uh
Dripping for no reason I'm just in
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
on this money man
I just don't see it
So it's on to the next one
I think I'll hit Pat
The nigga's shit strong
Make a nigga fall back
Pat hit me back
Wanna
faces! It makes me so gay!
Their little tiny paws, and the pitter patter
Come here Prince I wanna pet you!
"Prince is my dads dog by the way"
I will
ready?
Finna check Lancey, told me he got some fetti
Hit Sonny Forelli on the celly
Diaz was my mans but he got a little jelly
So I ran him for his
ready?
Finna check Lancey, told me he got some fetti
Hit Sonny Forelli on the celly
Diaz was my mans but he got a little jelly
So I ran him for his
Kwakiutl! Kik!
Some of theserather taratasters
trapped hyra tchere thaped
the anadondak ram ma lat
round by Krul to Pat the lat
rat
ever and my career? I was steadily climbing the corporate ladder. Everything looked perfect on paper.
Let me tell you a little bit about my life at this
Things are different now
Got a brand new bone to chew
Never used to think about nothing
Now i only think about you
She'd get up by the window
I'd stay
a late night drive when I'm jamming to Token
Little bit on edge don't press me cause I been ticked off
Like a broken lamp when I don't work I am
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back?
"Daddy's little girl," that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
See, I can't
your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back?
"Daddy's little girl," that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
See, I can't
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat
jail and he's scared as hell
He got a little size but his heart frail
And whom are we discussing today
This bitch made nigga named Anthony
Whose life
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.
Camping out all night on the veranda
Walking in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill the like
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
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