Lyrics:
drought..
Cause them boys will take you out
[Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts
Teacher Hollin Out Soulja Boy Do Yo Work. She Talkin Bout Adjetives, Pronouns, And Verbs. I'm Knocked Out I Ain't Here Nuthin The Class Heard. Im Daydreamin
Bartender know me and he know I do tha fool
E'ry body in my ear and I'm like who is you?
Give me fifty Hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys
Can't stand male
ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get
em / Who The Don Is / Goldie Pablo Escobar Mr. Dyin’ Behind His / Say You Bout That Actions Hop In Traffic / Nigga Slide Den
I’m Tapped In With
(haha)
They hated on Dave Chapelle but couldn't stop 'em
Netflix was like, "If you don't like it, don't watch him" (word)
Bill Cosby came home, I'm glad
came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children
(Ha) now the fact I'm back, I been
Gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em
Tell 'em let's do it
talkin' 'bout?
I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done
They wouldn't let me on stage they said I was too drunk
But it's about to be two girl, tell
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Florida, Tennessee, Alabama
My pistol's blarin', what?
An' I'm not carin', tell 'em
Because I'm ready for action
These niggas think I'm playin'
My
to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightnin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like
Nerves,
The Teacher Hollin Out Soulja Boy Do Yo Work.
She Talkin Bout Adjetives, Pronouns, And Verbs.
Im Knocked Out I Aint Hear Nuthin The Class Heard.
Im
to be good to you
I'm 'bout to give you your own blocks wodie
You do what you wanna do
Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the south to the west
We
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
tha’nk.
RENEGADE EL REY: Verse 1
I’ve been working overtime a hun’nit times. Tell em off top I’m tryina raise the bottom line. If it looks right we might
that pothole!
Me I’m on that 'Zant bottle store bout
To blow like I’don’t know shit!
And I done got robbed before but not no more
Glocks stashed in
what? Takin' me for a joke, and watch me hurt cha
Boys there, they be commercial, I beat 'em 'til they purple
I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big
put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
a commercial for a razor
I cut the braids so I tell em get they waves up!
I'm gettin chips so I tell em get they Lays up!
(Tell em watchu gon do)
Kill it, purse
Tennessee, Alabama
My pistol's blarin', what?
An' I'm not carin', tell 'em
Because I'm ready for action
These niggas think I'm playin'
My Tec-9 be sprayin',
hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered, boy, where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved by getting robbed
Causing tear drops and closed caskets
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