Lyrics:
other boys they go wan dey rush
They no know say na person cook the food for pot
Mara o
Girl, you dey make me dey mara o
Girly, I go die for your
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(they
If the hoe tells that's trivago
She belongs to the streets niggas die for their postcode
Driving all the boys crazy with no license
When you walk by
the hardest nigga turn trade for the game
I'ma baller shot caller ring names King James
That's my word I be on my third strike Ving Rhames
Baby Boy shit ain't
with a busty tits and butt
Kinda fussy but has guts, to get paid by busting nuts
I know you all bitches need an income to live
But bitch you really think
not wanna lose you
Im tryn strike sum just like a horseshoe
Boy you a bitch, la nigga i'll whore you
.556 just know i adore you
Not tryna dose so i'm
Ayy
Oh yeaa
It's getting dark, turn the lights off
Beefin up my artillery
So I'm ready
When the clock strike 12
Know they tried to get rid of me
When
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
a nigga hold together
Or will the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin
Love is looking over various errors
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
my Monalisa
gimme high gimme sugar
me and you go fly to Ibiza
Oh no
you dey make me dey crase
oh no no no
I go enter your case o
Oh no
for you matter
Well you done know,
When gangsta touch the street,
Food have fi eat
It's a gangsta life
Zagga zow
We squeeze and make cheese
Bun my enemy
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
a tough year
But I'm not done here
Too much going on in my city
We need love here
Bill Clinton's mass incarceration
Still present
Three strikes and you
by
Gimme gimme side eye
Stuck with a stank face
Message, relay
Act up, I replace
When I walk by, opps need a neck brace
Jaws on the floors, it's marble
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
So don’t compare me to ya
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
So don’t compare me to ya
‘Cause alotta local rappers like t’
to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightnin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
Strike you like a Bic head
Your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said
Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
than I ever felt, I
See that I can do it by myself gimme time
Talk about my corner you ain't down for the ride
Drip has got 'em slipping I make sure
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
planted
Finding my escape route, kicks not landed
Boys by my side, these strings are tandem
Weapons in bars, it's danger I hand em
Risky rollin dice, that
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