Lyrics:
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
I just want to thank y'all for letting me get that off my chest...
This is Melrose by the way, in case you didn't know...
Now what's it like
heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
the lot in a brand new car
Said I'ma make it they didn't believe me
Thought it was difficult made it look easy
This shit is pivotal, I'ma get rid of you
The hours that turn into days
Now the days gettin' stormy
Back to Act I of this story
I got a story to tell 'em
Bout a young negus, they judged as a felon
was an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said
"By the time you get to read this, I
Who i be gave my whole clip it’s sound
Who i be there’s no way that we go down
If you didn't know this gun can't be touched
If your gun ain't loaded
Got that writer's block, but I must keep writing
Whatever comes to mind, like
I got that writer's block
I can't think of a rhyme, I got that writer's
'm boutta Go Pro
Oh shoot, oh shit, I'm shook
You the one who's in my DMs writing them books?
You didn't know I hang with crooks?
It's cool, this time you're
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave.
bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six
minutes
Let's do what we told to do
New York, we run this here
I mean pa, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'ma do the chorus you ready
Lemme get this son, I just
drastically week, all things foreign took a back seat even these bastardly beats.
Tugging on my mind to get crushed, but I’m lost in time on the grind, sucked
This nigga A$AP Rocky fuckin' on Rihanna (whoa)
Everybody mad at stuff, shit is the new normal
The feds is on Clubhouse, don't say I didn't warn you
for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it’s time ya bow down and rep ? in my honor
Writ
guts and can't stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin', for what, so I can blow up?
Marry a slut, but can't
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
and
The engine block steams
Somebody gotta die, 'til I'm captured
I'ma prey on your mommy and your pa
Tell him "Happy Father's Day"
Tell him "Happy Kwanzaa"
Tell
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
your mind out of being in jail!
I told her I didn't want her to wear
Any panties so I can look at
Her pussy and shit one time but since
I never wear
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