Lyrics:
the city
(Ayy)
Not really pretty
(Gang gang)
Not really pretty
Mannn
What she want this time
She hit me right up on my line
I really hate wasting your
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
Cast me not away from your presence
I can't live without your Holy Spirit Lord don't take it from me
My life is better in your hands than mines
Your
throwing bricks, but they hands is missing
Just watch what you sayin', sissy (biatch, snitch)
Don't let your mouth open up
'Cause you don't want to see
'd be down to ride, wish I was by his side
Doin' our thing
Fulfill my fantasy, boy, I want you to put your hands on me
'cause you got what I need, look
fresh air
Feel the melody that's in the air
I'm bound, take a look around
What's going down?
However do you want me? However do you need me
muthafuckers!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to
Mothafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
buried alive by my lies
I want the heavy, dead weight of your guilt to pin you down
I want you to pray for salvation from me
I want you to seek that
your hand right through the end
Never knowin' moderation, only knowin' consummation
Want to go to foreign places, geeked out love, this feel amazing
I
partner one, big baby, just let your partner smoke
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
We got some things to do
Smoking on some lovely, now I
Just abide by, what your ride by
Cause we abide by what we ride by, HA!
[All]
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more"
what you get for being nosey (Nosey)
I'm lonely I don't care
That's how I want to be (Want to be)
These niggas acting like they know me, By no means
They
me know you're out there
Ah to my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air (For all of y'all)
And let me know you're out there
I'm runnin'
rap in the key of r-a-p
Now that is over I'm ready to jam
Want all you people, to clap your hands
Tonight we're gonna, scream and shout
We're gonna
rap in the key of r-a-p
Now that is over I'm ready to jam
Want all you people, to clap your hands
Tonight we're gonna, scream and shout
We're gonna
and do you right
You lookin' like you want me tonight
Girl I can tell, I can tell by the way you move your body (Huh)
I know you want some funky love
Girl
Police Department, Sgt. Kickass speaking
Yeah, uh, Kickass, hey it's me again
Hold on, hold on a fuckin' minute!
What the fuck is your problem? I
alive
cnd now I know wherever I go
God's hand over me.
Wherever I go, I want to be,
Holding on to you as you hold onto me.
Chorus:
I will hold your
stamps on my passport
Told her drop me at Horseville I'm International
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too
Yo I'ma show you who the motherfucker is with all the juice G
So if you want to intimidate
A nigga like me, great, will make your fuckin' head
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