Lyrics:
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen that look
a motherfucker, it could stress a nigga balls
Especially when you broke and home base ain't accepting your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
fucked me over to the point where I can’t hear my own thoughts
Cuz a bitch when went fake, and a bitch went numb of what’s left of her in my heart
I
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
hood)
(The real hood, like three pair of pants)
My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)
(My moms is busting her ass) State my case
(Nigga,
a vast squad of men
From Asgard to have as their ass - guardians
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not famous
But I'll still get you into this
still walk by feet or get the train [Ass]
What you wanna eat? (except some ass)
[Your filth doesn’t cost a dollar] (Yo!)
I can work this all day [DAWG]
I
there, alright? I love fucking cheese at my feet
I stick motherfucking provolone in my socks at night
So they smell like your sister's crotch in
two feet
I'm getting rich with my dogs please do not get involved
All it take is one call they'll come knock you off
If you're talking 'bout that
But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, twenty-three hours
Sendin' me pictures i want you to know that
I'm so determined to blow
That you hear the music
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
Which brings us to ass
I use a lot of foley sounds, my favorite source being the A Sound Effect site
Here one can be treated to the tools of the movie
Vision lies the 3rd dimension
Now pay close attention
Keep you fist clenchin'
As I begin my assertion
Feel the tension
Of this name you never
long, you'll be addicted to pain
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name
Why do you
some questions about this story of hate
If I ask them youll never hear the rest of my story so, I'll wait
On these old maps Tartaria is an empire that
her name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous
My apologies, are you into astrology?
Cause umm i'm tryna make it to your anus
Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion
Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection
I turned out to be the man that I manifested
to murder you on the verse, you pussy
I be back and I'm practically slashin' your ass
With these raps that I stash on my pad
If you faggots attack me, I
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings
I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder
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