Lyrics:
freaking pies
If Dwight can get Angela & Jim could get Pamala
Then it just like a camera, I'm taking a pick at cha
Costa Rica or Sandals, Jamaica
Call me
When crack hit I could never forget
In '92 Mr daly was hit by gun clips
You had to pump if you wanted some kicks
The best product on the block
It was
chillin in a mirada studying like a scholar
so I don't even bother I be poppin my collar
I can get into your soul when I call you tomorrow
come on
It's so
get to a mill bitch
I be poppin' them seals lil' nigga I ain't poppin' no pill bitch
They ain't got no screws in they head, so I'm holdin' this drill
I ain't never had a friend
Ain't never had a homie
Yeah you know
That I did it by my lonely
By my lonely
I never let em close enough
To get to know
You were always there to get my head right
Fresh cup of water by my bedside
You were always there get my head right
Waking up early in the morning
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
better on the move
Kicking it with different crews
By the time 21
Wondering what imma do
Fuck it gotta keep it present
Cause the past is filled with
A hoodlum & a atheist without no type of belief
In Miami it’s Sam Cooke,Jim Brown and i watching Ali front seats
But nowadays Jim don’t approve of a racist
Aight, next caller
Hey busta, heard about you on Miss Jones
(Why you bringin' up old shit? you need to leave that alone)
So I'm sayin', is it true
don't stink
To hanging on by a thread with nothing left in the tank
It's a shame they sold they soul just for some fame
And fifteen minutes later they
's just pretend)
Feel by myself 'round everyone else
This shit is within (This shit is within)
Do you get what I I'm saying (Get what I'm saying)
I feel it
It sound like bs y ya tawking loud like e who im a-state hussla named c-deuce tryna get big dollaz n big keys like a g do
Im covered n dirt but im
know what the vibes is
Ain't never got you nowhere bein' modest
Poppin' shit but only 'cause you know you're poppin', yeah
You got it, girl, you got
president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP
And never Ta double my bitches
Macky den made it
You see by the way that its hittin'
If it ain't come from Macky, tha Jeweler, then it's a knock off
If it
are as perfect as a right triangle
Teri and Cheri and Jim
They talked nonverbally
A knowing nod and/or smile
It was a language you can only dream
over due
Sometimes things uncontrollable
It's some real shit I been goin' through
You ain't poppin' I ain't even notice you
What rapper you know that be
First off
Fuck rappers who glamorize poppin xanax like candies and
Fuck the men who call trans woman trannys
And won't date'm because they're
($K) come on mama
(We legendary) , I'ma holla at you
It's VEDO, baby
I know what you really want (yeah)
You dancin' to all my songs
I wanna get
really want to talk about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' leave you
With this last word called incest
(Cam) You know what I'm sayin'?
(Minister) My
surrounded by skrippers
I'm so official don't let it offend you so if you think small I'ma tell you think bigger
I'm in the stew
Cooking up dope in the booth
the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is
Glenn Jones
Tied up,
gotta retwist.
Shorty just got her weave did.
Titties all out, with the cleavage.
Looking all fly this evening.
My scene chick.
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