Lyrics:
shit
But they don't say my name less Im getting plays on the playlist
I ain't Shit less I'm getting plays on a playlist
The game will change your ways
got shit else so that shnumf helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across my ass
Sometimes I fuck myself just to see how dope it
to work, cold busting her ass
My sister's cute but she got no gear
I got three pairs of pants that with my brother I share
See there in school see I
The names Retro
And you know I came to fuckin' eat
(Chomp chomp)
Take yo hoe, to my crib, and introduce her
To my meat
(Suck it bitch)
Rail her
, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
Goodness gracious, Say My Name!
BLAQKNOIZ
June Skinnyblak on the beat
The Thought on two feet
I'm here to commandeer your rocket ship, land it
gather round to hear my golden voice
'Cause when it's time to rhyme you know I get noice
Cruising like a fan boat on the glade
He'll tweak ass your
song, you betcha?
Nobody steal my flow, my beats, my swag, my feets
Devastating more than hurricane katrina my wife name lois but no im not peta
cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick,
Yeah I do my shit solo
I ain't fucking with no out of town niggas
Cause these fools really hoes though
Yeah I know a couple names that be pushing
bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in black
'Cause my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah, I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't even
paid[01:28.99]Or paid digits longer than your green extensions[01:31.66]I haven't, but for you I'd take the world at large[01:34.29]Just to hear you scream my
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
hear moms and pops fight
I never quite understood what the reasons were
How could he love my mother if he kept on hittin her?
I don't know, but what I
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then
CAN'T BE US
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that
a question
Like, why? That's more difficult than just saying hi
My name is blank wanna hang some time?
I just wanna make a friend and you caught my attention
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
hog tied
See it clearer what the fuck I been in the mirror by my lonely
I'm no fog eye Let's be talking bout clothes
It's really only three seasons
rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
And only five in, the belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him
ass
Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is that
Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit
Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit
I ran up
Taylor Gang
I hear a beat and..
Taylor Gang that (x3) you need your black chuck T's for this one
Taylor who?
Taylor Gang that (x3) It's your man,
here
Where do I exceed what I hear
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop
Shout out to a 3 feet
and crash
Protect my niggas for combat
Leather face at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you
Sweep you off your feet in
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