Lyrics:
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
I wanna play at
Red Hat and Walnut Creek
Where people gotta stand ‘cause I sold out the seats
Where people wave their hands and bob their heads to my
you don't wanna catch it
You don't wanna see my niggas actin' ratchet with the ratchet
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound,
getting killed by no fucking cop bra
I told you this is not a good plan
Now the doors are all jammed
See south
Wait! Get the gun out your mouth
Neh bra
I'm so cold I'm so cold
Boy you gotta ice box
I don't wanna be stuck off in this cold cold world
Don't wanna mess this up
Better keep your eye
ya'll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga
Wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there
These niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that
your fist clenches, you're pissed
You just wanna get someone with shit, jump on this
You're 'bout to get your shit pushed in, I'm just inches away
your head let it roll
No more will our bodies be in control
This is where we pay the toll
When I'm out of sight
And out of my mind
The last thing I
No, I need to do this by myself
I told you twice already exactly how I felt
I'm the best rapper ever, I don't wanna be great
If they're the best,
what I'm talkin 'bout
Now turn around and pull them out your bra
[Chorus]
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off
They smile in your face, whole time wanna take your place
my circle get smaller by the day
can’t deal i just need my space
Trust ima always say
and he gettin' grown
The pain that we done went through
I just be getting stoned
Was never taught right from wrong
Was always taught if you wanna go get it
Now you taking off your panties and your bra
Said you wanna fuck don't be wasting time
Take it off for the kid bitch open wide
I know you love it when
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
are goin' out to
Black Tail, you're gonna be a star, yeah
I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks
You turned drag queen, a call girl
wanna be built for prom,
How much muscle is he gonna have?
(Absolutely none!)
Didn't your sister get fucked in bed?
Can you explain what happened to your
clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go
Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By
just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed
peace chains and medallion
I'mma be with Neff do it by myself
I don't give a fuck i got your girl
I'll grab her breast almost grab her ass
I ain't got too
I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if
I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that... Oooh
[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
speak now
Bad belle people them dey hate now
All of them just dey plan nonsense
Them want make I go down
Omo your plan no go work oo
Omo this thing no be
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