Lyrics:
Ghetto Queen with the guillotine/real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
Knahmean? Some bitch is on the other line, answer that
If it's a Booty Call,
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I'm just a machine
Lately, I just don't feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I'm thrown out by
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
there's no bad words
Nobody has to work, there's no labor, nobody has to pay for anything
Paradise means everything in life that you ever imagined, that you
what they seem to be
And the reason I dream of thee is He's with me
And the reason I get through things so easily
Is by the grace of God cause he,
Get 'em
Living life on the east coast
Way back in the day tryna beat most
Anybody that wanna do what I do
Well, let me keep it a hunnid with
Centaurus that has gone White Dwarf and crystallized itself. It’s a floating space diamond that weighs 10 billion, trillion, trillion carats. There is more
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
probably is
(ouh)
Put a finger on his keyboard, it sticks
Send a text to his ex, yep, dick pics
With a mind that is easily addicted
"one tip for a bigger
with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun
the grandma's on
How many ways is there to say that you terribly wrong
Would you understand me better if I just said "naw"
Fuck what another motherfucker told
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
sweetheart you can keep that kiss
You're a freak with no tail
You have no ass, class
You can't pass, you're simply trash
You're a typical nigga, the kind
not, we're not Freedom. Freedom.
WE cRE THE LIZcRD PEOPLE.
The mic is marked off.
THE LIZcRD PEOPLE.
We gonna believe in anything, that ya tell us!
WE
wrong with my dick
It's like a melted stick of butter so soft
That it can't fill a rubber.
Aye yo come on man, this is lonely island,
People are
this summer
Don't get me started with you
Cause you're ass has always been dirty
For every girl you that talk to
There's at least another thirty boys
could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
Na mean?
Some bitch is on the other line,
it all, and Visualize
How can anything wrong be Organized
How can you fight against five, And be alive
I Can't tell you everything, There is a lot
a piece of the heat that they fetching me
It’s gon be hell to pay up there on Heaven street
That’s why I sleep in peace with the piece next to
If I catch
and
I know some that wouldn't
If you were to ask me I
Say that I shouldn't cause
Somebody's out there waiting with a pipe
Believe in my dreams too much
that I made wrong
Another I don't belong
Of all the thing I said that stick
Nothing good can ever come of this
Countless, broken by the horror
that
There is nothing wrong with that
Take a deep breath
Let in the peace,
Blow out the bad
The bad you feel
I am strong, I am fierce
I can do anything
more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front muthafucka
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart
Nigga? FUCK
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