Lyrics:
pussy (come here daddy)
(Who she talkin' to?) (Ooh, you look so good)
Flossy P, slap this bitch
(Wait, wait, bitch, back up)
She was just a groupie
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
I was walkin down a dark way, trouble had to find me
The street corner shark was comin up behind me
I grabbed my pistol, punk started to whistle
passed me by
I am woke
When i was young i though that future wouldn’t suit ya
And i was broke
Now that the time, has passed me by
I am woke
See if
[Cam'ron] (intro)
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga
uhh,
Yeah
Young and reckless fuck were you expecting
We switched the tempo yet we still progressing
I thinks it's time I teach you truant boys a little
cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at there head burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear
motherfuckin' pussy (come here, daddy)
(Who she talkin' to?) (Ooh, you look so good)
Flossy B, slap this bitch
(Wait, wait, bitch, back up)
She was just
by the stream of Ritalin
Booze I choose to mix it in
This was a life I was living in
It's all right for most
But I was a host to giving in
The simple
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
on the low (yeah)
Cookin' up baby, Quality Control (no cap)
I might just cash out with Migos (with Migos)
Tell the ese send it pronto (send it now)
Hit
ain't no April fools
Look out, Watch out, gun you down like I'm Deadpool
Got these blue VVS, whirlpool
Mix the Cartier with Vlone
I just bought a new
They'll Be Petrified
Crazy how life could be lit and just like this she call it quits
Gone before I even try to reminisce
And right before you cut me off
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
baby girl hot let me rub the el gato
We can get away from here, to my place running to my casa del llamo
Just you and me girl, we smoking choking
Terrance Howard I stay pimping
Pragmatic so I stay simping
Messy boy but I stay dripping
Blow some money just to kill my liver
Smoking stimmy pack by
posing (Posing)
Mvp dam nigga you golden
Young nigga balling like kobe (Balling)
Nope i ain't never had a big homie
Did this shit by my dam lonely
Now all
To the young mothers
I feel ya, I know how it is
(Mama's just a little girl)
Don't nobody understand i feel ya
She was born a heavy set
Girl with
Midwest
I be the best don't forget it nobody can get wit it
So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick
I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
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