Lyrics:
your f-a-c-e
Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be
Don't toy me I'm outta y'all leauge
Yes I'm bulletproof
Bitches I ain't foolin' you
You better learn
approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close
from you
You my baby don't you worry
I'm not running from you
Them boys out the play like a sprained ankle
Stars in the roof but ain't nun spangled (Ta)
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
die for kill for
You ain't living don't got shit to live for kill for
Dawg I'm selfless.
Praying that my enemies successful
Unless they coming for my
to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time I hurried up
The choice was mine I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed to go on
You'll be
coming in like a rolling sixty
Then I get my freak on like a younger Missy
You can't fuck on me, bae
Only Licky Lick
The biggest, the bucks, that's all
You
the bomb, I want the PFunk
I wants my funk uncut, heh heh!
You are in free space
And by the time you get to Venus
You should be funky! We need the funk
By
of Shady's origin
You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again
Now, it all started with my father
I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way
my first studio at like
12 or 13 somewhere in that season
Of my life, singing along with the radio
Became me wanting to be on radio
You know
so wrong in what they did, iceberg just the tip, let me move on please don’t get me started, haven't met my soulmate yet but I know I'll be his rib, im
don't let it? I get stupified
Look in my face, stare in my soul
I begin to stupify
Look in my face, stare in my soul
I begin to stupify
Look in my face
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
kissing tell me can this really be a girl
fallen for a G caught up mashin in tha streets
hustle a sack to make some cheese its funny my
honey how 3 words
possum
Just like a possum
I got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
it won't be filled by a one-night fuck
Slurping and squeezing ain't it
bitch by ma side
Cuz she made me look nice
Fresh like an Oracle
Calling me miracle
We coming through
The money be coming through
Fresh like an Oracle
talking, ya know,
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny
getting loud now
Yeah, uh, you cant tell me nothing
. ooh ooh
I be up in here they don't know what, to ,do
Tell what you really tryna get in to
Ima
shown. Forged by your fire his soul will be whole.
I've caused s such pain and grief my heart now filled with guilt
But with redemption in my grasp I'll
different flight
Different places, different nights
All in the studio I'm tryna fuckin'
Get my life right nigga
And make sure my circle be tight nigga
I be
Gllltt Gllltt
Streeeeet
Two L Four L Bitch
I just took off smoking exotic
Street monopolly im flippin narcotics
Rap don't work i invested my dollars
Swishers and pistols swisher
Bang
My trap, it be coming with issues
Gotta keep swishers and pistols
If a stain coming down with that issue
My niggas
slack up, rack up and leave ya fractured
On a curve, where ya work leave ya fractured
Haters all in my face, can you please back up
Haters smilin in
Turn the music up
Mustard on that beat, hoe
Tattoos on my face, nigga (mm)
Grill shining in your face, nigga (yeah)
Blowin' smoke in your
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