Lyrics:
fucking the breezy, bobbing or weaving
And I promise baby mama by the morning you leaving
You see, everything I do hot, so you can call him Percy
Full
asunder from each other
Yet connected by a ring
For the blessing that was offered
She would serve the Shadow King
Brigid's eyes were green and dark
Don't go for a hoe your bros are realer (Real ass nigga)
Niggas be hating it's weird
I make them dream
Yes I'm what they fear
Smoke by myself yeah fuck my
Dreaming
Like Nicki Minaj you do yo job you be Queenin
I really want you by my side all the time I Be Feenin
I Hate it when you gotta go but love watching
listen to the band
And won't you try to understand
And won't you let me be your fool
And hold you by the hand
And sing until I see that you are
I'm in my bag and it's gorgeous
Burger king for the messy bitches, IHOP for the dyke thots
Put the kush in my nice socks lids popped open like a tripod
I could be anything
I wanted many things
Stand by me like Ben E. King
I feed the people like denny's
I look at the menu and i order everything
warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin
ghosting all my texts
You think I only want sex
Say you wanna go out right now
Let's make sure we know your friends
Cause niggas quick to be mislead
But
had some goals that I had to defend, yeah
If you really a shooter, why talk on computers, my nigga let's link then
They say they want beef then when I
They said the formula for feeling fine
Is to drink Bommerlunder all the time
So come on ya'll and you're drinking up
The Bommerlunder kinda make you
There be no come back
After we're done we eat them up
like a quick snack
Payback time now
Here's some knowhow
Let me show how
Breaking no bow
Like
Whips so clean they be posted at the green light
Aye this one too authentic, this little groove i finished
We make them moves y'all mimic, but keep them
is lost
But
What is the purpose of bragging bout money but poverty stricken in your heart
Don't just, make money make a difference
Created for
we cooking
Like a king me I need me a red carpet
High praise for myself niggers can't stand it
You would rather let a nigger make you spend backwards
You are all the woman I need and baby you know it
(Know it - know it - know it)
You can make this beggar a king, a clown or a poet
(Poet - poet -
the old school way
So rock your body baby, roll your mind
Hip-hop in the spirit
If you know the time
Are we blowing, yeah!
Start, blowing, you know
a ring on her finger might marry you
Stacks on deck gonna carry you
Pussy so good got me hypnotized
Before you leave let me hit one time
Thick little
bread with the kings
(Bop-badop)
(Bop-bop-ba-daba-dop)
But everything means nothing when you’ve got everything by yourself
Having you love me is like
Nigga used to the catch the bus
Hoppin' on that muthafuckin' King Lou
Nigga in fuckin' hoopties
Fuckin' fog everywhere, ya heard me?
Nigga ain't
and Brooklyn from fighting
Telling me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill
gleam from one ring
Yo let me let why'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin,
old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged
[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say
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