Lyrics:
couldn't read, had impediments (huh)
But they never would leave any evidence (huh)
Your mother still in pain, it been a few days
But you notice all it
Symphony
now girls are fly to be private nymphs for me
lingere neglege and all that
they wanna get on the Maestro love mat
well I'm single and I won't
the booth once a week called it date night
Spend ya life savings flying bitches out baeflite
Never been the sucka type
Lollipops are not for me
Not the one
figured out you lied
Not only you been around him but you fucked him to
The whole entire time
You ain't made shit but you made it easy for me to draw
a friend who can be manipulated
I love it when you keep the same energy
Not when ya friends turn enemies
Would never throw dirt on ya name for real
Pray
straight from the 80's
With my fat gold chain for the ladies (can you dig it?)
I'm comin' straight from the 80's
With my fat gold chain for the ladies
a friend of mine
You stood for somethin', ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so
We want y'all both to know
We really love you so
Ayo, I'm Gucci
a friend of mine
You stood for somethin', ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so
We want y'all both to know
We really love you so
Ayo, I'm Gucci
O'Neal]
You can't stop it or block it when I drop it
Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic
Ain't even fit to step in Shaq's arena
I look inside your mind
while we take it to our nigga on the street, Willie Johnson
while we take it to our nigga on the street, Willie Johnson
cup, I love that mud bitch
Got a bad bitch but she still been through the mud with it
She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Alone I
women honey not hoe or bitch
I'm into Tanya Tucker, Twisted Brown Truck
The Allman Brothers Band and Marshall Tucker
I'm not in this for money I do it
told me I feel like I'm the man
My heart been broken, words hurt me
Remember, couldn't stack a ten
Same jays, for a year straight
I had to get it in
Same
Anthony Jackson, Paul McCartney, Chuck Rainey, Willie
Weeks
(Rhonda/Alvin) I wanna thank U all for making it speak
Bootsy Collins, I tip my hat to U
America, being the young nation it was during the seventeenth century, had been through many changes very quickly, of different magnitude and focus.
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
it gone
Yeah I wanna be enriched but I feel conned
By boris eating cocaine laced scones
Pass me the baileys
And pass me the snow
I'm boris johnson
I'm
Willie D ]
It's time to get dead on they ass...
[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]
You goddamn parents are trippin
Gimme some of that shit you been sniffin
You
for Vanoss? Gosh
But guess what? Whatever it was
I bet it's not Jesse Cox
Went to the docks and I
Searched the whole harbour
Still couldn't dredge
to not getting eaten up by the anger, what happen?
Tell me who gonna truly love the naked stripper, tell me who gonna hold the hand that pulled
niggas want?)
Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
He running around like life's
ails you, my daughter, Jane?
Why do you look so pale and wan?
Oh, have you had any sore sicknesses
Or yet been sleeping with a man?
I have not had any
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
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