Lyrics:
Lachey, while he sit in a sauna in gloves with a scalf and a pea coat
Fire emoji, you niggas too emo
I'll jack yo ass, me Wee Man and Steve-O
Now while your
Maine in the air till they follow me to the car
Cash money with a bag of this molly to kick it off
Now that's what you callin' a Nicki Minaj
Lettin'
spread love, can you feel it in your spirit?
When doves cry shit get serious
You feel like a prince in a pharaoh's pyramid
Scheme turned dream turned
know, that bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention?
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe, you
know, that bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention?
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe, you
was love
In the house that Jack built
The house that Jack built
I'm gon' remember this house
Oh, what's the use of crying?
You know I brought it
Money ain't a problem when you dealing with the king
G.O.D give you exactly what you need
Love ain't a problem when you dealing with the king
G
jams
Blowin' the tweeters
Rugged raps with a DJ cut in the meetings
G-G-Get 'em!
Let me give you facts, before CashApp
I was frontin' niggas workin'
David Lee
They say life's a game you think
You just can play with me
I just messed his insta and gave
His soul to stunna G
And tell me to sauce it up
a divide between you and I
I love you all to the end
I love you all to the end with the bottom of my heart
I love you all to the end
I love you all
to love then we became men
Back on Bob Johnson in a dark green Chevrolet
Always covered in that Tennessee clay
Back on Bob Johnson with a Sonic cup in hand
kicking it with Jack when I don't got a friend
I get wasted
Sippin' a beer, that's how I chase it
Go to the store and cop cases
When I get drunk, I do not
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends
Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
Look bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down ho
Ya think
ain't really into love, mike jack I tell him beat it
I'm the finest of all Chinaa's Niggas know I'm undefeated
5'4 Chest high, you know my body im
Brazilian
Pack come through give her my dues
And her commission
I know convicts so I do it with conviction
Pain, suffering and affliction
Fiends, dealers
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
We've never thought about
The route I took avoid opps
Got the jab like it's a Jabulani T Motswako rap
I mean that's mandatory acts
No cap unless you Jack
to this
2Pacalpyse, now jack you better brace
Cause I'm thumpin' it up and pumpin'
It up with hellafied bass if ya comp rolls
Throw blows until they back
compensate
I wanna give it to the people who just love to hate
If you got a problem with me then just say it to my face
I can bear any fruit, I'mma beast in
you ashamed of bein black?"
(Nothin' but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that? (no
with red shirts, Sid The Science Kid
Been runnin' up the money, made a stack in a week
Snagged a chain from a lame it's worth 'round a G
Big Zebra Man
Black reppin' from back in the day
X files and you know the storm
Homies loc now it's on so you've been warned
Dru Ha where you at? Yeah yeah
O.G
but you know
Like we, we do it for the soul
We do it for the music, we do it for the love of it man
I ain't hating on nobody else doin' for other
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