Lyrics:
talkin' Charles so let me get this straight
Gettin' y'all to shake, this beat at steak
Shout out Jack and Tiller, but I'm feelin' myself, I'm the best in
goes
Brown sugar got me open, now I want some more, huh
Always down for a ménage à trois
But I think I'ma hit it solo
Hope my niggas don't mind
goes
Brown sugar got me open, now I want some more, huh
Always down for a ménage à trois
But I think I'ma hit it solo
Hope my niggas don't mind
my life, a lot, and things could have been so much worse for me. I did have the generosity of people that try to keep me safe. There's a story my
My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
even send out bills
His only ambition was to find
It seems, sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my home town
Yes, I'm one
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
Dolan
Rose, pass the ball homie, KP’s open
Tell me how did it get this far?
How did we let it get this far?
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
Fuck James
a chest
I gotta do a double take even when you're not at your best
I don't mean to stare but it's something nice when they ain't fake
A real woman with
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Naysayers and Peig Sayers
My Ireland is still Hailing Mary Mother of Grace
And here's to you Mrs Robinson thanks for the embrace
My Ireland wishes Grace
to slap a rapper with a used maxi pad
Cant you hear my heart drum outta my chest
Even when not beatin I am the best
I am the best
I am the best
I am
can see my drawers
Let me ball if I can, I know I can-can
If somebody ask you tell 'em that you the man
Congregation expand across thug lands
Built
rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
Find it hard
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
And as for Lady Bevan (14)
We were both in labor, that's true
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I played the uke with Vernon Duke
So well in Dubuque
I can’t lie
She got ya boy hypnotized
I need to
It’s you
Melanin good for the health
Louis V bag for the wealth
Did it all by yourself
It’s true
legendary stuff
Bob Dylan with the pen you can tell I'm in the zone
Feel like back in 08 a nigga coming for the throne
A nigga coming for the throne
Is you
got none
You thought you had my poor heart won, by meeting with me now
But I'll leave you where I found you: At the foot of the sweet brown knowe"
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