Lyrics:
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That's what my bitch told me after I
Took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer
the moment she goes down to suck it
Pasta, bitch I'mma pass that
My weed burn my dreads lock like rastas
And such is fugeyzi, man fuck what you sayin'
I bet
loved jobs called in
You had faith when they said they're not callin'
You understood that what we had was good
You stood by your man like a real
steal a Jew man's donkey just to act like the blue hat Cosby
Stranded I chose the good side wrongly
Now a nigga out doing hoo haa humpty
I call
America, God bless you if it's good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst
Yesterday I got a call like
From my dog like 101
Cool me down I'm a heat wave nigga
Bentley trucks like a race car nigga
Race my mind when I'm right there with her
I'm never giving up
Hey
Take your
Oou
We be, all in them two seats, in the lac or the Bentley
Come ride come vibe with me
Feeling lyrically blessed, up in this game of chess
Gotta
Up, up, up, up, up
Look
Once upon a time man, I heard that I was ugly
Came from a bitch who nigga wanna fuck on me
Said my face bomb, ass tight
Racks
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
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.
*
Words sometimes
Don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately
Don't
Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me
Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley
Hublot,
the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers
Uh hey
Are you really a hot boy
Oh check me
What's your name, cause I'm impressed
Can you treat me good, I
name's Nolay
Uh, Uh, listen yo, uh good afternoon
You can call me uncle Akala the flow father
With a mind that work much like Assata's
I'm turnin' rappers
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
I got too many hoes callin' me
You know I'm sayin'? Real street shit, man
I don't even fuck with niggas, you know
On some street shit, you feel me?
I
Chyeah, Young Mula, baby
Good morning New York
What up New Orleans?
Yo, what you want me to do Weezy?
Get 'em, baby
Alright, daddy
Nicki
Good grief, only undercover if I'm cuttin' under sheets
Know my whole style, check the profile
Married man, I ain't fuckin' with bitches, these hoes
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
And they all look so good to me, oh
I have kissed the most exotic faces
From London to Honolulu
Made love in the most romantic places
What more can one man
Tell that lil peon to get out the way
Dis not a Bentley girl dis here a wraith
Feel like I live underwater
Leave the Stu than I pick up your daughter
Man
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