Lyrics:
at the next show
Yo calico reply heck no
While white girls say this their jam like techno
Shout out to the fans who rocked with me when i was dead broke
Now
tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna
you cross me brody you're dead to me
Your baby girl, she just some head to me
I'm living good, you looking fed to me
Tryna be great, it's more than
you cross me brody you're dead to me
Your baby girl, she just some head to me
I'm living good, you looking fed to me
Tryna be great, it's more than
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I
love
i keep a bad one thats also a good cook
5th Ave. classy mixed with da hood look
and my goodlook *them* bad for ya health
and everybody knew u can do
that's 10 years clean
And she's still tryna keep that
Monkey off her back
And it's a fact we don't rap alike
So if you grab the mic
Then I advise you: put
the hardest spitters coming
Out my hometown
I keep the realest in my circle like an O now
Another O cause you up in our zone now
My main bitch didn't hear me
Imagine over 100 dinosaurs attacking you
That's my crew, straight from the VA zoo
Keep your head up or be ready to die
Yours truly, SupaFriendz franchise,
Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You bout to get swooped down on and stoled
a stupid as nigga, I didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the B H Z do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin'
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
We gettin' good grip from the 50 series (gator back) tires
The Alpine's bumpin', but I need the volume higher
off the chicken, he keeps on making sentences
He's so far from dead, bitches, he hopes that...
They're talking about you
As if all hell broke loose
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
So can you
Fuck off, I don't need your hand
You thought it was love, baby, I was just playing so
Good luck with your next boyfriend
'Cause I
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
about her good thing that she's got
Yeah, and she tipped out on it
See, ain't nobody gonna believe what to tell him no way, fool
Oh, yeah, girls, you
an entrance)
I couldn't finish off my sentence (hah)
Good girl, you don't hop around
Hands up if you're proud of your body count (hands up)
How many?
I can
Fourth of July
And I ask her off top you want
Money or Time Money or time
I woke up on TIP
Like I'm stunting 2day Stunting 2day
I Finna Ride Thru da
ladies get silly, shake ya double D titties
All my thugs throw it up if you a G, off in ya silly
Fuck a nigga, tried to rob me
Had to get the busta
a turn
Now my sideman wants to give a preview
so at my next concert I wanna see you
there not sittin in a chair
standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air
love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO
All you niggas gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor
Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens
Holiday Inn,
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee! My mellow!
It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
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