Lyrics:
Drippin offa your forehead, rollin down to new mexico
You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible
X-able, montreal expos
Hypodermic you
rip
Getting frightened by a light-skin
I guess I've got
Let's Go
Linguistic Kick when I'm in this trick
My words will break ya
Suspiciousness ya feel
Told her I don’t go down but I’m kissin’ her thighs
Said she don’t suck dick but she ain’t dissin’ my guy
She tryna kiss on my sides
I’m tryna piss
to a trick the nigga who
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
surrounded by all these hoes
that's
spikes
Yo I kick ass so much I'm famous for breaking coccyx
I grip mics and rock shit from Montreal to the tropics
If I ain't rhymin' I'm tryna find a dime
player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack,
When you let this tricks get the best of you
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm through with you)
Boy, pack ya bags
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up
seen by a busker on guitar
The busker said sit by me, try to keep warm
He Played the Only Living Boy In New York
And my friend said
I'm gonna lose my
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]
[Verse 1: Cee]
I look around and I'm seeing nary a human near me
The only rapper that I fear is in the mirror, beaming
I'm on an odyssey to bring
cold out here but I'm getting by
Laying in a bed of anxiety
Whisper in my ear all the things I need
But I know your games no, you're not fooling me
Dirty
fa so lo ti da
If I die, then I'm dead, bitch
Hop in the back seat rollin' three deep
Gang signs up and down on G street
And we off to the man they
into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with
And I win by default
I'm precious
Finest selection
From out here
To Montreal
Think she better
But that shit right there is false
I'm the boss
I walk in
your streaming
Woo, flow on Crème de la Crème, I'm him
Spit real nigga hymns, this the life they exaggerate in films
But these facts ain't embellished,
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
the Jester taking more shots than Fitzroy
And just for context
Fitzroy is a pool-bar in Montreal, where I'm from
So I'm talking about alcoholic shots, and pool
a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
be in good company
I'm gonna be
Trick or treatin'
I'm gonna be
Gonna be eatin'
Everything that's bad for me
And I'll be in good company
All my
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
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