Lyrics:
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
on it was one big con
As we hung around the hockey teams
In each boys brain the dream was the same
All I ever went to do is get laid
Now the whole wide
back at our camp. If you boys
Imagine we're going ahead, you've been stung by creation.
Oh we're not too swift this morning! We're on a round river.
We
Put your bid in
Get your hustle on
This underground shit
And I'm the underdog
You niggas little smoke
Boy, I big chief
Louisiana Made, but I rep Tha'
you know what I bang
Bullet the brain, I don't fuck with you lames
If you sayin' my name, then it's followed by King
Pull up and deadlift, we need
respect on my name, watch your mouth
Tryna make mama proud
Turn her frown upside down
You hating causing I got the crown
I'm like OT with the pound
Big boy
the wickedest ting
nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
them boys aren't ready for, the wickedest ting
its no long
gon' let the drums bang
Boy came up, I been doin' my thing
When you see me out, know that I'm with my gang
Big body, four door, ride around, switch lanes
shit
Ridin uptown bumpin hot boys ya bitch
And that blue faced rolex I bought that bitch
Keep big head benjamins on through her shit
Fuck a thug
For my gang
We gon slide
We gon muh fucking bang
You been getting money
Boy we rep the same thing
Ayy
You ain't talking money bitch
What the fuck you
TITLE: U Tell It!
BY: LYRISTHEPOET
You don’t know who I know
So watch your tone
They’ll call you collect
Or fucking direct,
Fuck around
we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
big cars that hit hard
I pulled up at her house it was her and about six broads
I hopped outta the truck with me and my six boys
Me and my sick clique
jouer des tours, échoue et c'est chaud
Comme Leto
Tu peux dire hello à mon double bang
Sprite tellement Dirt
Belek au Hold Up
Bat les pattes boy c'est ma
gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We don't gang bang but we call upon the hitters
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
or your old bars
Listen and learn
I predicted I would be a big
MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third
kann, sondern weil ihr halt so schlecht seid
Ist wie ein Brechreiz. Unnötig wie in Stand by me
Big step for mankind, wie Vasektomie
“Erzähl deiner Frau
the “Navy Yard” a baby was born in a shabby old flat
Time went by and went so fast indeed clphonse Capone grew tall like weed
The young boy became a strong
dance
Make a baddie, want me like a druggy addict
By the end of da night, got her calling me
JYANGO!
Ooh she wildin' wildin', oh she bang bang
Goli
Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch
Yeah, alright alright
1400 gang, what you claim, what you bang?
(What you bang?)
Choppa by my side, you got no aim, got no
Giddy i-ae Giddy i-ae Giddy i-ae for the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy i-ae (bang bang bang) Play it on your old bass drum.
Reilly played on the big bass drum
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