Lyrics:
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
all alone
Fighting through the apocalypse
But I know that if I were Glenn then
You'd be my Maggie
In a world where love and all is dead
There will
my skin tan and all that
Fake friends better fall back
It's the squeakuel, no mousetrap
You pack rat, the gas pack
Unload that, reload that
Like hold
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
What up, okay if you ain't know it be one of the best of all time
Busta bust for short, for some better know me bust' rhymes
(What's good?) maintainin'
By B. Amesbury
So what do you think
Maybe he'll buy you a drink
And run his fingers through your hair
Apologize for having to stare
But he's
two combination
Gagging you hoes, palpitations
In this bitch like Jones Grace and
Whole crew looking like Wakanda Nation
You can’t take it, observation
at NcSc Glenn
Look around, there's something happenin'
Call it a moment, but never call it a waste
Of effort - don't you know what all of them chase?!
c
booty look like two cantaloupes
Told me you wanted a romantic poem
So I wrote this for you like we passin notes
Got a
Love jones for your body and your
pumping up the brothers
'cause the brothers keep it pumping
You got it all wrong
When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on
I thought you
music slow, candy drippin' up off the do'
Diamonds shinin, pimp reclinin' I'm actin' bad on all you hoes
2 8 1 3 3 oh, 8 0 0 4
Hit Mike Jones up
understand by I doubt it, I doubt it
I doubt it, alright let me check that, hmm yeah
jesus christ societal pressure they got us grieving for life
i can still
B**** I swea that I’m stuck with him
Rest In Peace Boss man
Rest In Peace Boss man
They ain’t gone like this one
Bae I did this sh*t all for you
I did I
Rezurrection is dead
For the glory of God
His Kingdom shall reign forever
And that's alone
This is George Jones
His Kingdom shall reign forever
To the 3rd power
dividends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Ma$e you got some hoes, well, nigga, send 'em in
What you waiting for? Let
dividends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Ma$e you got some hoes, well, nigga, send 'em in
What you waiting for? Let
and made it pretty clear I’m not your type so swipe left
Now you cant say I ever fake my nigga
I’m pulling out all the stops but no brakes my nigga
Hook
you want some more
I can dig deep in it till that kitty cat sore
Fit like a glove so you know it's tight
Long as you by my side everything's all right
so strange for it
Cast your magic into my mind
Hey light in my eyes
Why do you act surprised
Well all I can says is it's the moon
It creeps in our
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do
I'm with the criminals
I put an end to you I save all the small talk for the interludes
I ain't finna loose I'm in a winning mood
I'm with the winning
a fit
Psyke took a hit
Living in TV now it's better for all of us three
Can't you see I'm as happy as I can be
Wait she wanted to party in LV
She wanted
Must've forgot who was the architect
This is butterfly effect
Ivory Jones markets best (Markets best)
Must've forgot my skill is effortless
All my niggas
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