Lyrics:
I'll say you are what you eat
And you're a dick and an asshole, hope you gargle with bleach
'For you come talking to me
Breath kicking hard as Bruce Lee
Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's
buy it
Nigga, my bitch do it for me, I'm not lyin'
These niggas is full of nothin' but cap
We ain't miss, but bitch, we spinnin' back
We hit them niggas
Probably dead and reality shattered but
it's all good I got Sumerian shatter
so escape to me don't inherently matter
as long as I hold
The Kandarian
and just elevate
'Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right, ready for war
Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow
Hey, yeah,
brought lean back like Joe Crack
Couldn't give my uncle no money 'cause he would smoke that
The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that
(big boy)
Them three quarters, them lows, they all tight (big boy)
The only problem, they only good for one night (big boy)
'Cause once you scuff 'em,
Richard K. Lane, William Roosevelt Lynch, Nicholas Darryl McCroskey
Joe Marcum, Ronald Lee Maynor, James E. Mooney
Adam Keith Morgan, Rex L. Mullins,
(big boy)
Them three quarters, them lows, they all tight (big boy)
The only problem, they only good for one night (big boy)
'Cause once you scuff 'em,
niggaz by the twenty
And shootin' by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'm a do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas
assertive
Alerted 'em all and curtains fall west of Ventura
Mulling over method in girders, fuck a Joe Smith
I'mma get her over here and I'mma get my toes
something good
I'm Hi-see like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood
You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size
Have you Goin' Down like Mary J.
Yeah YSC man, we got me you know I stay, I go by Aim
We got Lil KK, we got Bigskini in this bitch man, we gon' run it up
Youngins Stay Connected we
never stay
You always a sucker for that text that say
"Yo what up? Are you good?
Hit me up whenever you in the hood"
Then we fuck, and it's fine
the world go round
Down South, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Some people want nothin out of life
And some people
be in the woods smoking hella steak
Feel like Simpsons they think it's good, I predict they fate (For real though!)
Don't talk to me about no politics
all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please?
These H-Town trees be a hundred
toting
Damn I'm really good, no joking
Yeah I'm really gloating, tell a nigga run up if he want this
Roll him like a blunt, here smoke this
Eenie Miney
Lee gettin' trailed by sniper
How the fuck you feel that I don't mean nothin'?
All them years in the bando, no clean nothin'
Runnin' to the cops,
But season after season they recycle assassins now
He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the Glock pointed at his
love is a good thing
I miss you by my side
I miss you by my side
I remember times when we danced at night
To Joe D Messina with no clothes in sight yeah
and blastin'
But season after season they recycle a**a**ins now
He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the Glock pointed
And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga
You more terrified than a fatter Joe, Nigga
Don't be a pussy for pussy, my nigga
Don't be a asshole
I know you're good for it, Barack, but Joe..
I know you're good for it, Barack, but Joe..
G-spot, shawty, you know that I break her back in
G-lock,
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