Lyrics:
game real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let
real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let him
the Bronx
Now she shows me the cash
I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt
She said Clive Campbell
He's cool Herc
Ah ha, ah ha
Listen up
the kitchen
To fill a bowl with some raisin bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian joe
Getting tricked out of this nation
By a silly
to cover up my balls
Just at SouthEast with Shar and Lid playing basketball
I can't forget Joe, yeah, we was faded dropping niggas off
And no, I don't want
float
Starting up careers
Dont come to me and choke
Not your average joe
Stop callin me a bloke
Pullin back shots like I'm tightenin a Bow
Never stop
You need a real nigga Thurl nigga hood nigga Babe that's me
Babe don't trip off a nigga
Who hitting you up and he only tryna give you some d
You need
I ain't have nothin'
I told her that she don't love me
Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' joe's calm my nerves down
I
choose it
Give them a tip of the riches and see them a spoil and abuse it, Joe
Don't give them your life and go lose it, the rifle you use stifle your
your eye for me
Shut up shut up
Me ni wo ni whats up whats up
If I give you small chance
You go fuck up fuck up
Wa sɛi me din akyɛ ɛyɛ
Make you cut up
these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up
came on the scene!
Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse!
Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you
You ain't
they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear
I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
by slangin records by
Home boy
I know you bluffin
Don't tell me
Yous'a shooter
If you ain't hit nuffin
Don't tell me
Yous'a plug
But never shippin nuffin
I grew up runnin
Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
I focus on the void and I fill it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this,
don't want a heffa who ain't puttin in no effort
Been reigning on my own ain't no clouding up my weather
When I was snotty nose I was eating sloppy Joe's
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free, love me, say, "Hell yes"
Low brow but I
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free, love me, say, "Hell yes"
Low brow but I
tape summer to fall
Lil mama think she got me locked not at all
I was born to be a playa cannot give it up
Steady moving like a gangsta
Lean back
I'm a free parolee and time spent, its money they owe me
Give me my space don't crowd me homie
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler
Pushin' rhymes like
louder than Nas speakers
New money smell, call it fresh bread
They still love me
Funny that’s what my ex said
I don’t fuck with you neither
You the yard
of tea
So fill up your tumblers high as you can
Don't you dare tell me it's not the best plan
You can let all your beer and your spirits run free
I'll
All this fashion got me feeling like I'm Joe
Living Water gave me life, man, that's the flow
Got the drip, but it's more than just the clothes
Know
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