Lyrics:
the beamer, I'ma cop you the Benz coupe, baby
'Cause we be all night, baby
Don't turn off them lights, baby
I wanna see you fight, baby
I'ma make you mine,
the beamer, I'ma cop you the Benz coupe, baby
'Cause we be all night, baby
Don't turn off them lights, baby
I wanna see you fight, baby
I'ma make you mine,
she be healin' that shit
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But
she be healin' that shit
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
Nigga, you a clown, I can feel it by your gestures
I don't fuck with sideshow bobs, you a jester
No you're not a dog, you're a pet, bruh
Need
ball
We just wanna ball
We just wanna ball
We just wanna ball
Knowing that this life I’m living may end tonight
Sliced short by the knife of God
Cut
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
I'd rather kill you
Tool'll help me break 'em down like Bob the Builder
I can tell by the way you move you not a killer
Woadie wanna crash out, nigga
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Play by play
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Bitch better get
My name is Kweli and I love to spit it homie
I rap about love and life, ladies get to know me
If you feelin' lonely, I can be your one and only
I put
her, she wanna have a menage a trois
I can tell by the bra [?]
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
We will fight when
and two stabs, you wanna be dead
You're playing fear, fear now you're shaking out of your mind
The only method you can do is by only by wasting time
You
A little talkin ain't been working guess I gotta' go deeper
Gotta' keep a weapon I swear this life be lethal
Add money to your mix and jealousy is
you would rather be covered
Hahaha
For this war paint!
I need you as a canvas for this war paint
I hope your body ready for this war paint
I wanna have
break
Your boy not dope the flows and you not hot neither
I'm going to keep hitting him with the tools until he ghost; Bob Villa
About me bra, act fishy
'm going all out
And that's word to my niece
Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live
my brain fried like shrimp
And refined like dip
And beelined like the whip
When I leave you and your bitch in a ditch
Bob and weave through the pain
I go big, or go home
Gotta put it on the line
Till your chips all gone go big, or go home
Either climb to the top or
You sink like a stone go big,
want your romance
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why
I don't wanna be friends
I just want your romance
Vtipný jak se plány mění
Našels sobě náhradu
Sám víš
like a Sega
Bag on your head from a pager
Aim at your bagel
Yeah, I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry for typos
Feel like I'm B.O.B, Yeah, I'm a psycho
Put
backlash
Backshot, she got the ripple effect
It's two 10's and I can't help but slap that
Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet
Plan B, girly
'm restored I wanna see more
Wanna explore, standin by the ocean shore
It looks life heaven just opened it's doors, shinin on me
I'm like a diamond homey
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