Lyrics:
verse, if that don't kill I got refills
You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin
If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em
Man, I'm
Now that we down with all of the nonsense
If you know you not a groupie make some noise
G R O U P I E
Told me that she ain't a freak
Told me that she
lowkey poppin' over here (yh yh)
It's lowkey poppin' over here
(yh yh, we got it)
This ain't WWE or UFC
So you just spare like an MOT
I won't shank a man
slugs
Because I wanted hugs by like two million sluts
Yuuuh
Cheat on my wife
Every day of the week
With like two hundred dyke
I'ma as Gay as the G
With
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
to super soak their ass.
So Method Man show these niggaz the deal.
Let these muthafuckaz know that your hard to kill.
Who dat nigga?
You on with me
vision got us rich, catch a nigga flyin' by in a Lambo
Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo
R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, man
Yo, man
Yo, yo, yo man
Yo, man
Yo, man
Get the fuck out
Pump that
Pump that
Pump, p
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
And it'll set you free
(Oh, G-O-D's my reality)
'Cause I've watched you, baby
You my main man
Yeah
(We're elevating strong and we're goin'
And it'll set you free
(Oh, G-O-D's my reality)
'Cause I've watched you, baby
You my main man
Yeah
(We're elevating strong and we're goin'
flows mean
Till I take home P's
Jeff Bezos steeze
Sipping KA black grape playing crazy eights
And it's late when I blaze man it's great I'm ace
So full
four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow
of a man that hustle up by any means
Cause what i feel i know is real no sympathy (Sup)
I'm just as dirty as crooked as the name be
Crooked letter p a i n
mother
So ride the town with me
We got Oz
We got halfs
We got P's
Smoke this pressure while you slide with a G
Never on me cause its always on me
Ride
think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga, don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300 Crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
and a holiday
Yeah, I got caught in the ends
They don't wanna know unless your P's gained a length
I just wanna smoke a bit of weed to my head
But life got me
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step don't rush
Just wave that ting make a man Go dumb
Ay
Do the TC Bop
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
Man, they know who I'm is in the spot, say that then
Man, never say it is when it's not, say that then
Young boy smokin' P's in the drop (say that
to the C-H
clright
P to the S to the Y to the C-H
I sneeze, you bless, I ask “why you calling Jesus?”
Pleased with the jest? Pass by, don't greet him
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