Lyrics:
thing
4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns
And court swings
Hip-Hop-Heroine
I'm better than whoever,
when I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish
to hip me
Blinded by diamonds it'll make your ass dizzy
I could see all the hate in the room
I told em aint nun a hater could do
And I dropped the top
I Fuck Hip Hop
I get my weed inside of jars & not ziplocks
I like fuckin' other woman while my bitch watch
I mix Remy with Glenmorangie & sip scotch
understand English but she want me (Inglés)
Cross the country (where?)
Cross the country
I had to get a Visa 'cause I'm in and out the country (woo)
Offset
Bubblin' up just like lava, like lava
heated like a sauna
Penetrating through your body armor
Rhythmically we massage ya
With hip hop mixed up with samba
and influenced by the one james brown
Godfather of soul now let the horn blow
Reflect to the days with me and marley in control
Hip hop pays now it's back
worldwide I maintain concentrated
my conscious elevated children is educated
by hip-hop and since then we can’t stop
on my speakers boom bap like I’m in
to going off beats every chance I get let em know who I am
Keep yo head out the mix don't get stuxx tryna stay ina middle that's pj & jam
I Told You my goals
the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck! Gordon's Gin
This is the very best of the best
This is top shelf, the caviar of hip-hop
Bel Air
Bel Air, Will Smith
Black bottles, chill shit
Bad bitches, all
bitches bout to swell
Know a plug who still broke as fuck he smoke it by himself
Nigga 20 showing Hudl highlights bitch go get a job
How the fuck you mans
when I come back, you get played like notes
I stretch out bands like a waste line
Club going up now these fans wanna FaceTime
Bust when I rush gotta
that b***h stuck Ooo
My money taller than you
No I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with
This record you're about to hear
"The Original Gangster of Hip Hop"
Contains, contains explicit, dirty lyrics
Like, "Fuck, shit
Ass, bitch, your
and drugs
Too many girls getting pregnant by wanna be thugs
Cant pay the child support let alone the hugs
Shit only thing the kid gets is probably a hug
I
cant tell you how it feel
Danger zone when im cruisin down inna field
Back in the mix i had to get my screw loose
Had to figure it out had to find out
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
the Telly, uh
Bad hoes in the Telly, yeah
Bad hoes acting friendly
Leave ya phone at the door when you walkthrough
Leave ya phone at the door and get right
still get beat up by me and my bros
Aye caught opp nigga in the club
He was bouta get beat up right there on the flo
But niggas so pussy
We couldn't even
[Fabolous]
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is
one to slap
Because La vida don't matter
Wip out a cuete watch
Your brains get splattered
Selling them doves
Hanging with thugs and all that
Beating up
the beauty salon, choppin' me up
suckas get so emotional
when you ridin' they hoe
or when you ballin' an they out there broke
but I'd a seen niggas wit
working kid who won't surrender
Had to show em all my flows and then I'll play 'em like a fender
If you want it come and get it imma mix you like a blender
instead of letting me school em on the cheese
They go to school on the cheese
Never be hip-hop honorees, I squeeze
Leave these wannabes to die, see ya,
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