Lyrics:
'em with me, yeah
And I ain't worried 'bout no creature
Know you tryna sneak, yeah
They can't sneak up on me
Way I be like CP3, yeah
I'm a Calliope
chit-chat, nigga
Where that change at? (Huh?)
You play with Young Jefe
I'm gon' blow your brains back (Young Jefe)
I was broke, lil' nigga
You can get the same
baby you know I take her back home
Back to the crib and damn lil baby you know she be taking my soul
Fucking my bitch with my chains on
Glasses and still
And, here comes the six foot four, the rough and raw
To blow up the mic with rhymes you like
I strike the stage in a rage and burn just like a twelve
keepin' niggas hotter (ugh), nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain
keepin' niggas hotter (ugh), nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain
buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah dunn, ain't the one to be steppin to son
I agree with slick rick, you cats is crumbs
My
(Right...)
cnd if your broke, why you not trying to pick up the
pieces (none of yall, none of them wanna fuck with us)
Ya dig
Stretch ya imagination a little
It starts up in the morning when the kids are at school
Hubby's just forbidden by the home of his poo
She walks across the room and she turns
bubbles just lookin' for trouble
When Mrs. Murphy moved the furniture.
Now she's got us by a big picture window
With a clear view of the Jersey bay far
Cherson!
Cherson!
You aint just whistlin
Dixie, Sea
Cherson! Cherson !
We calcimine fathers
here below!
Kitchen light on Sea
Peso
With OC and Crazy Eddie
Our deejays for the show, so just rock
To the funky beat and smurf it up tough
Before you sink don't you quit
Until you all
gifts, I'm on her Christmas list
It's just because the way, I spit this shit
I said fuck my birthday, fuck a holiday
If you wanna be with me, bitch, you
gifts, I'm on her Christmas list
It's just because the way, I spit this shit
I said fuck my birthday, fuck a holiday
If you wanna be with me, bitch, you
And you know who they came to see
Even though she ain't mine
I fucked her like her man to be
So many girls in here tonight
So many girls in here tonight
Eddie Bars the founder (Yeah)
You can not fuck wit' me, Might as well fuck wit' me
Come get some bitches and bucks with me
This is why bitches in love
trophies
I'll be keeping mine
You think you're pro
But you're a toy just like a Fisher-Price
And I don't mean at rapping
I'm professional at living life
tank on your forehead
Everywhere we go they say "DAMN"
Them gangstas they be f***ing up the program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just
smoking on that gas
You tell by the smell
I'm trynna check a bag
Nigga just want me to fail
Nigga why you hate
Only good vibes in this place
Bitch get
the fuck?) Grady
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you at work, she's with some dude
nah
You just be having your fun, nah, nah
I know that shit ain't real, aye
Don't mean I ain't allowed to enjoy it
Luxury is part of the deal, aye
Check
boom-boom-boom
Dennis: I can turn back the hands of time...
You better believe I can
Paul: I can make the seasons change
Just by a wave of my hand
Temptations:
inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
(She used to you nigga!)
Super Saiyan E, yeah, oh
Amir just sent me another beat
Super Saiyan E, yeah (Lil' Eddie Lil' Eddie!)
Aye, aye I don't wanna break up
Baby give me
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