Lyrics:
to kill me
If you want success
I’ma drop my blood sweat and tears
That’s on mawmaw daughter
Til I drop dead
I don’t let my past interfere with nun
If you
This is your wedding song
You can play it all night long
I take you to have and to hold through richer or richer
I hope I ain't say that wrong
She
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
the enemy of your mental state
With the same rhyme I used to burn your idol in a battle
To subdue you into saying, "Look, I don't want to battle,"
MIB, WB
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
Purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by, watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger
Herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give
Okay, okay, so you just pretending
Give you finer things when I hear that vagina sing
I'ma make you whine n scream, I'ma break your spine to pieces
Sex
Ah one two, ah one two
Ah one two, ah one two
Ah one two, ah one two
Ah one two, ah one two
I'd like to, introduce myself
My name is, ah Biz
care about your body count
'Cause I just want to make that body count
Two, three, four, five
We got one night
To make (to make), to make (to make)
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
I love me too
She said, "What you up to, Tunechi?"
I said, "That's up to you"
She said, "I don't want much Tunechi"
I said, "And you'll need two"
She
They're thinking they're intellects
By plugging the whole world with the internet
If they thinking they got me they're information be incorrect
I'm using
'Bout to make two grand when my streams hit a million
I can't fit your task in my schedule
She stay tryna call me, or message, I felt it
Yeah, she be
blowing next
But I think I only want her for the sex
Whatchu guessed?
And I know I said that I'd be drinking less, pouring less
But this Solo cup is great
blowing next
But I think I only want her for the sex
Whatchu guessed?
And I know I said that I'd be drinking less, pouring less
But this Solo cup is great
enough Penny for your Thoughts , I'm funny like Michael
Myers was For certain, but when Its curtains
Then it's a cut, the American Version The predator
Uh-oh, damn, uh-oh
1985 white Lamborghini Countach, two of 'em
I need a slow motion video right now
'Cause I'm movin' in slow motion, slow
them
Chorus 2x
[master p]
Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas
If I were a football player, I
Tell me what would you stand for? Like
Yeah what would you stand for?
Would you stand with your bredrens?
I don't want war, but a phone call's made
Bottom text
Your bitch do want sex
Bust all in her mouth and she asking me what's next
Big checks
I won't love an ex
This prod by Huntaps so you know
Whip out the whips and chains
You set the rules to this game
I can even be your slave
Anything you want from me baby
Anything you want from me baby
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I
what you felt
Niggas couldn't hold they water so I swam like Michael Phelps
I don't want you tell me none of the things that you had told somebody else
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
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