Lyrics:
the cut hit em right in his rib
We been selling dem pills never needed a script
She on dick I know that she is
Yea it’s prolly the drip ksubi tag on my
in the world now that I am finally free
I've been singing since you walked on out the door
La da da da da da da
You're not my problem anymore
You're
the halls with pounds of molly
La la la la la la la la la
If you cross us you'll be sorry
Gra ta ta ta da da da da
Santa I've been so sorry
Just popped
La di da di da (Aye)
La di da di da (Aye)
I'm just as human, who you accusing
La di da di da (Aye)
La di da di da (Aye)
Shit don't make no sense and I
conceited bastard!
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Change my clothes, spark my
back again
And I'm never to fall
never to fall
la da da da didee da
Bada da da bidee bidee bop bidee bop bop
bidee dee de bop bop
an i said well skitili
The famous rap song that is
Called "In Da Club" calm down
Let me bust a rhyme and kick
Flips while I'm on my grind
I got tricks up my sleeve
I could make
pay homage
Fat-mouth the Dogg and I'm straight up the heart
Now everybody know that California and New York, we rockin'
Never ever try to run up
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
was just passin' by
(Da la ta, da la la ta, da la ta, da la la ta)
Hello, goodbye, you left a note saying it was nice stoppin' by
I should have never
was just passin' by
(Da la ta, da la la ta, da la ta, da la la ta)
Hello, goodbye, you left a note saying it was nice stoppin' by
I should have never
flip
They could be my ex bitch or them kids on my dick
Little critics that'll never know the hell that I live
Acting like they ain't know me, when they
Can I be your song tonight
Oh Heavenly Father
Felt my soul it's like the day we met
I don't wanna leave your side
No
Have me by your side for days
Shaq
Niggas talkin' that shit, until that 45 clap
I'm on my way to the top
You can have the fame
Cause the game filled wit' a
Bunch of faggots and lames,
feels to be sad
Painting on a smile like you never get mad
I love to have the upper hand when you think I don't
You're so entertained by your own show
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
yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah
Up inna da mornin, I'm way to lit, way to gone
Imma keep goin, gotta pay rent,
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Change my clothes, spark my hair
I busted out
just can't take it)
I'm so sorry [Repeat x2]
Pack up your dirty looks
Your songs that have no hooks
Your stacks of Modern Screen
Your portrait
streets
But u won't catch a young nigga lack nigga
I won't be happy till i have a 10 n by a 10
I mean that ass fat nigga
I won't be happy till my days
Some might call it that
Choice addiction
To prescription narcotics
Absent
Short a raging alcoholic
Every morning
Walking past each other
Never said hello
cool I will tell you now
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
O-o-ho-waa o-h
Baby we have been here a million times
Baby we have been here a million
, a-la-di-da-di-da, ayy
A-la-di-da, a-la-di-da-di-da
Everybody knows that Sally can't dance
But damn she's so fine that nobody's gon' tell her
Two left feet, one
Hell No!
I'm the bitch wit the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, lookin funny
when I fuck on you guys
damn right! I'm the bitch of da night
no
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