Lyrics:
a shooter out to shoot
I got money in the coupe
I ain't playin by the rules I ain't playin by the rules
Money all over the counter yea
I might just go take
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
loose to juice to freak the funk spunk no punk
I'm doin the funky chicken as I'm kickin like a Shaolin monk
MC El Da Sensai with another one to bash ya
of Schindler's while
We hang up a swastika
You never saw nobody sicker
I'll light a cop on fire and
Laugh while the flames flicker
Dump a bloody baby in
black, white, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think, use your soul baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict
Make it hot
Slay gang shit
Make it hot
Look
Make it hot
Yo
Never amazed by the
Life that I'm living
I need more in this game
Cause nothing is given
I'm
She had a waddle like Marilyn
The kind of one you're marrying
You can have it all, pearl chariots
But no baby in the carriages
She got a waddle like
niggas washed up, all you niggas getting old
I ain't never been pressed cause a nigga do not fold
Stand tall, ten toes, yea im living by the code
If
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
And boy you got me open wide, boy you caught me by surprise
Hold up! Wait a minute!
This ain't how it's supposed to be
But you got something that I need
(oh)
There's no one like you around, oh baby
(Uh) oh, uh baby girl (I wanna love you, yeah yeah)
Uh, uh, (ooh)
Desert Storm, uh (oh woah)
Uh, uh
the rain
My favorite song by juice world is All girls are the same
Baby look me in my eyes and feel my fuckin pain
Fuckin wit these women, Damn they all
all do me the same
Actin like they fuck wit me
Then leave me in the rain
My favorite song by juice world
Is all girls are the same
Baby look me in
some grands
Have sex with hot ladies who got big cans
Big Shug baby, don of Murdapan
With 40 cars, got 40 scars
Got it in smash, spit 40 bars
For all
with fake ID (what?)
Cuddle with the homies watching "Stand by Me" (cute)
This dick ain't free, baby, pay my fee (bread)
Let me live my life, baby
to school, Steve," he'd say, "I'll school you
Fool"
I'll school you, fool
But Steve did as she said, and piece by piece
His total college credits began
Getting that guap, why quit it?
I'm on a roll, why quit it?
Baby on go, why quit it?
I’m getting that gold why quit it
Getting that guap why quit it?
I'm
, I’ll make it all complete
My baby
And every breath you take, I stand by you
I’ll make you coffee in the morning too
Play my guitar, sing for you
From my
Nice
Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl (too good of a girl)
Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve
I think it's time
living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin' like a young Sade
'Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know
What Malcolm X said when he got silenced
By Elijah Mohammed was in fact true
America's chickens, are coming home to roost
We took this country by
Yeah, we balling baby
(As we proceed to give you what we need) that's right
Oh you don't know, we gonna tell you how it is
[Chorus]
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