Lyrics:
that Givenchy with Valentino camo
Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando
Dabbing like I'm Cam tho
Touchdown, yeah hoe
I be getting money fucking
bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing
the way you look in
Them Jeans
I was never that crazy about stone-washed denin
At least until I saw a girl in 'em
They fit so tight but look so rough
I'm
displaying messages
Subliminal advertising, lyrics in my song writing
The truths that I'm conveying will have you convinced I'm lying
The way that it's
nigga
Boy, you been a hoe
I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He
It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee
And this maiden she
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yeah, you know I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my man, he got the boogie bag uh?
love you
And know I love you
I love you
Sin é!
I'm trying to listen
So what have you got to say?
My Ireland
You are the river rush of the Corrib
Nore
to be down you just get ready for your lead
Now I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics East Coast
Cause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool I'm
a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man
I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell
Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well
See, you
play me, yeah (yeah, oh)
I admit that this is no disrespect to the parents (no disrespect)
But this is my advice to you 'cause I'm also a parent
lee
Biahuru oh
Run run run run run every day
Run run run make you come see for here
Run run run run see wetin dey happen
I say
Thunder fire devil
Aby
thoroughbred
But you ain't what you said
These days you ain't the same, so
Ez-A-Lee you go
Quick as you came
I'm not the one
That you can bring drama too
Sometime it hurt sometime it bubble too
What I’m saying I feel sick cause I ain’t over you
But In my head that's where she live the older you
And tell
to get by
I'm feeling groovy
Come lets make a movie
I'll be bruce lee
Cos truthfully, I'm not new to this
I'm not not new
I'm feeling groovy
Come lets make
Ha
This shit on my grandma Lee, nigga, so you know everything I'm sayin', nigga
Hundred percent facts, you bitch-ass niggas
Stick to the G-code
on a blunt
Fucking on a cunt
Park it out front
Shit, I’m about to stunt
On that west coast shit
We got that east side grit
You wanna make me spit and fuck your
etse when you set out of the friend zone
Buddy I'm big and you know that's not the end though
Tsatse tsatse why me I don play fair
Get over here lemme
like you
I mean, ayyo I focus on my pass a lot
But relationships like Twista, gotta hold ya spot
I mean, and you know that my time is skimpy
If I'm
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yeah, you know I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my man, he got the boogie bag uh?
thangs, Peggy Bundy
Lick until that pussy drip
I'm on my grown man
69 beatin' shit I'm on my freak now
24 7, 365
Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I
the publishing, dawg, I gets checks for this
And the public gonna love you, when they check for this
Motivated by the hate, you better check the list
Shit's
a scope
And you set that shit to burst aye
Hands around my neck
Can you tighten up the rope
Confessin' to your love
With a knife to my throat
I feel it deep
represent for the QBC
Smoke that ass like a loosie, though I need to quit
Fuck it, I love it
Like a cloud over the projects, your game, I'm above it
It's
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