Lyrics:
handcuff Bert Reynolds
To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays
And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings
to the orchestra in my kitchen
Listen to the drum, listen to the ring
Listen to the flute and hear me sing
Put them all together you'll have a symphony
Played by
the repetitions
Training sweating watch how I'ma glisten
Boy I'm dope you oughta take a listen
All these other niggas spitting fiction
Rap is full of bitches like
and I sold Caine
Cops know me by my whole name
My weed purple like the Soul Plane
And if you don't know, you know now
Its a showdown
On the the low it's
On your knees bullet sponge
Index
And thumb stretch
To form techs
With apex
On my specs
I stay flexed
Soon he thumbs the hammer down
Pop from his lips
See
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
to The Dungeon
Neater raps mastered found out as a youngin
That it's often written by ghosts in the booth
Well this here's my truth I proclaim from the roof
*BOO*
Filthy filthy
Yea I'm filthy clean
I got knots in my jeans
I got rocks in my rings
Do you feel me spill me
Oops I got that drip and the sauce
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
brothers.
Will push you.
Through the shredder.
Think about that.
I really don’t want.
Your heart.
Being splashed.
By my hammer.
There it went.
Ok.
I know.
You
through bread by the batch like a toaster
I got her head in my lap and she focused
I send them bales to the trap
They don't owe shit
Get me back next time
I
of gettin' into to trouble
On the road undercover shit, take your whole crowd if you leave 'em uncovered
And I believe even Hammer would say my shit's proper
a present, for our engagement
Twenty G's on a ring I would have hit her today with
My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me
We pulled up, he was
20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with
My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me
We pulled up, he was walkin out the house
like fool nigga
I don't really play by the rules
She callin me Bob when I build on that ass
And I hammer her out like a tool
Wait
Chief again prolly
(While we prayin', shoulda)
(But do you know why?)
When the truth hit like a hammer
You ain't worried 'bout the grammar
And they say that I'm
So don't wait up for me
My nigga I'm headed out
I noticed my energy slipping
Its critical level
Not healed by medicinals
I had to rewrite what I knew
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Ha, by popular demand Sasha Fierce, Nicki Minaj, let's go
Yo rude boy, why you cross me like a little T?
I'm Minaj, big M, uh'uh not a Mickey D
baby, I would ring
Tell the whole world that you are my everything
If I were a bell, baby, you would know
That you are my only lover and it's wonderful
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