Lyrics:
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
I been acting like a Schizo
I love you baby girl
No i want to cut this bitch throat
Sike I’m just playing
No I’m really fucking cereal
Invite OJ
[Verse 1:]
I'm performin tonight you know that shit gon be packed
Pay me in advance and make sure that it's exact
My ex girl I'll probably show up
to survive
I'll disappoint you, and I will let you down
And I ain't got many home boys comin' around (No?)
You don't understand, so don't say you do (Oh yes
catch a bus comin' It's on, lights off, all you gotta do is take your clothes off, come here, girl
Can I take you home? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, your
Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is
Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
I'm the one
Got you biting on my tongue
This is some different stuff
Always real I never bluff
By the way your boy a chump
That's why you always stay
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
Judy, I'm comin' home to litigations
Stimulate your lil' ego and I got you patient
Look I ain't tryna go back to the basic
You dealin' with bitches who
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
I'm in the club again, with them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin' in, and we
that
He get close I sleep his ass
First place I'm never last
Tell Ricky Bobby I'm comin fast
Exotic pack I'm smokin gas
Send the loe and ill do the task
pictures is a n****** whole world
When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls
'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
everything by the
Book fuck that I’m rebelling
Cause bitch I’m on another level
A level you ain't seen
A level that is truly only deemed for a king
The second
of age nine I'm already decidin'
If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
Up out in them hoods
Are you gonna stay the night?
Cuz I can't be alone yeah I'm not alright
Are you gonna wanna love or just fight?
Cuz I really need a home yeah I'm
habeas
I talk to him daily, I told him he still comin' home
I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' shit
When money keeps comin', the feelin' is
Lil baby fuego
I need you by my side, babygirl you know you too fire
Lil baby fuego
I wanna get you home, so tell me when you ready let's ride
Lil
windows
Don't you know how much I hate to
Be so cold and so alone
I'm comin' home
If it wasn't for the lines that wind side by side
I'd be lying
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension
With the glare but
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
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