Lyrics:
a Kemet King.
Why are my Brothers and sisters
Portrayed with white faces in the movie?
Was Denzel too busy? is Lupita not a beauty?
You can't see Taraji P
double g and that Chanel all on my bitch
I suggest not bring her round cuz I still can take ya bitch
Double cup this be Wockesha, why you niggas sipping
headed
Yall was tripping bout some shit you forgot that I never said it
I ain't had to said it I bet that you got the message
By this point I would've
Alright take two
I can't even do this s**t no more
Bam! Mother f****rs walking straight through the gate
I'm a dirty J*w Wh*p filled with so much
Way mo money then I got followers
In V.I.P
Hands on had me flipping every pound of weed
You know that kush smell is So Strong
Inhale it we gone
You
of
What are you afraid of, yeah
Listen to wisdom I'm given and try slow down
Stopping to smell the flowers got me closer to the ground
Keep me modest start
Ask Tommy, Hilfiger it out
Y’all move like some dogs
You bark up the wrong tree, you get hit in your snout
Yeah, get my name out your mouth
I can’t
important
Self awareness make you self absorb it
Stay dangerous why G? Cause nigga this shit brazy
I hustle and motivate, even if they never payed me
What you
like a root canal
Pack them P's, spray ammonia on them that's gone kill the smell
Until a nigga in them shoes, you don't know who gon' tell
That's why
où les rappeurs disent qu'y clash un ennemi invisible, en guerre déclaréé contre moi-
même, p'tit juif sans aucun district, un p'tit juif sans aucun
'm in her thing
Got this thing I do where I play with that pearl while I lean in it
Seen niggas die without or without it reasons why I'm keeping it
blunts, I smoke those
You tapping out
I'm pulling out
Wicked, wild, ice cold
Henney's nice, but vodkas bold
Fifty racks cash out
Cannon ball splash out
spit
Ebonics, burnin, that's the shit
And that girl by the bar with the waistline
Shakin her hips (okay!!)
This is the last crusade, I might
Fix your
Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get
in
Dnt ask me
Why i keep
Yoppin up
Bitch u knw da
Feeling
Geeked up
Dnt want
Her she to
Freaked up
My gas smell
Like u peed
Up
Es
Whole hood smell like chitterlings
Gotta clean these guns up off the street!
And I'm off the beat 'cuz Plantation P is over
Bronx is burning, we got
deck like Zack where my Cody at
Suite life so nice mint condition I'm pristine
Pussy on me for the week, breath smell like Listerine
So fresh so clean so
loosies
Yo T Shirt say “Shoot Me”
Badge lookin like a bullseye, no bullshit eye might 2 p
Double tap yo blue collar, go on tour, and pass the burner
Mustang 5.0, oh bitch that's Shelby
750-IL, Tupac, R.I.P.
Serenity is on infinity, niggas without identity
Bothered by my confidence, turned me into
the Internet
Performance chip is faster than any jet
I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet
I use to hustle on the block for rent
Met P
Duck for cover, you marked motherfucking
Didn't Mama say not to play with niggas from the gutta?
I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers
And when
'm chuck
And I'm fresh off tour with a bitch by the shore
All the liquor get em poured up
You smell the weed in my pours
And I'm fucking all the whores in
grow a pair
Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air
You know that I want it, baby, bring that pussy here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
mama do good on her knees
That's the feelin' I need, I'm feelin' so P Slatt, Slime, uh, uh
I'ma still do it a thugger way She don't even care
It don't
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