Lyrics:
ain't got no time to wait
I ain't got time to waste
I ain't got no time to wait
I just touched down with a pack in the studio
Got me feelin Eddie Lacy
it was tragic, wrote this shit in one my classes
It go quarter k and you can get a face lift
I just only ever seen her face down
Tell her throw it back
{Yella Talkin'}
My dog gonna be home with a story to tell
Ya see, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout
{Yella Boy}
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog
up outta here you want some smoke
Send you to the Lord
Don't got time to argue with no bitch I can't go back and forth
On my momma bitches irritate me
songs
So I'll be makin' enough money to get by
And I don't want you to worryin' about me bein' hungry or anything
And Nashville's not exactly what I
dreams if you're just giving them up?
Dont you know that you can't reach the peak without no buildup.
Tomorrow is never promised, so let me be very honest
of Eddie, I'm the highest in the room
They be worried about my doom, doom
Reaching from the other side, oh
Feel like I just died, oh
Man, I really see
damage you was hiding that ain't healthy
Yeah, dealt with it by myself, can't help me
They ain't even check on me
So I'm grinding till I'm wealthy
She
Ave been chilling wagwan
Baby girl do you mind ?
Don't you play with me
Girl i know that you fine
But will you roll with a bigger man
I'ill be there
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried
Hussein and Bin Laden together
Soon as you get a crumb, they want to bury ya
That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America"
storage
I kid you not
I spit too hot to diss you
Man, I should go out and challenge a blow torch
Respect no boy
Except maybe Bun B
I'm from the place with
the stars
I just popped a eddie bitch
I been up on mars
I got hella bands bitch
Ain't talkin guitars
We were jackin cars
You be jackin bars
When you get in
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
I miss you dad
Still dealing with my the death of my father
Still dealing with the death of my best friend
Eddie I'm a miss you dog
But you know
With a poop-scoop
I picked my brain apart
And laid canvas to place my heinous arts
No doubt the day my reign you'll stop
But who'd dare deface my
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25
steady
As long as I make your heart skip a beat
You know like Eddie
Cane switch
I been down with some niggas since Ed and Eddie
We ain't stop until we look
Hold On
Who Next
Tico came with a new flow
My Dawgy be wilding something like a Blue Nose
T I C... O
Two Step
Express
Got a Long
Way to Go
Hold
maga
Anyhow amanda
That's mega
U no fit con play me like sega
Won ni Igbo is illegal
Shana won ni mo shana gan
Shana if i catch you just one time
Wake up, break the brick up
Start tongue twistin' on ya sister
Wassup with you kiss ups
Thinkin you should cut your wrists up
Bout to face off like
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