Lyrics:
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty
Smell the hate a mile away
You fake these n****s dank
Packing up Dope by the bag
AOD be potent 49 my n****s ape
I put my foot at yo nape
Bully rappers
the plans (uh)
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
"Ay, yo, this my man, Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turn around (say word)
It was
the plans (uh)
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
"Ay, yo, this my man, Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turn around (say word)
It was
a luncheon
You ain't no little munchkin
You the god i summoned
You could tell yo cousin
Das a whole ass husband
Too lit at dis function
No bish i want to fuck
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
off but me into space
Had to step back on the tarmac (Yea)
Y'all little hittas need to step back
Fucking with the kid with a red maniac, as a kid he
mes mots soient concis
Qu'on me considère sans trop de conflit
M'confier sans haine et puis contre qui ?
Qu'mon existence soit une comptine
Ne pas
beauty wake the N9ne up
When you share pretty pictures of your fine butt
Had a dream I bit your neck and red wine gushed
So I sipped you every time I
about stressin'
And space out, until on yo' neck I be kissin'
Space out until on your neck I be kissin'
Go all the way up to you ear, now am hissin'
Give
Yeah
Yo lemme talk to ya
Yo lemme me tell em
Yo lemme talk to ya
Yo lemme me tell em
Check it
I've been chasing this girl
She tat a frown on me
So
It's Time to Get it Back
Fit for the top like a cherry
Yo tell me Wassup (Yeah)
Take me to space
I just got here please don't ask what's up in my cup
floor shot silly, spun city one verse hit milly
Little girls spinning curls three sixty, living in a world shitty
Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
the spot we controlling the space
We keep it hot baby, we won't stop baby
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey yo Swizz, once again see how we do it to 'em? c'mon!
them dreams
Got me hiding through yo jeans
Go ahead and take em off
She be bald
Mr. Clean
Oxypowder with the soft
She done went and cut me off
Like that
FREAK
This is for my tail clappers, mail stackers
Ass shakers, cash makers, who blast Vegas
Yo, this is for the freaks baby, petite ladies
Even
you
I mean c'mon boo
Who you really tryna fool wit yo attitude
Far as I'm concerned you gone always be single
And it ain't by choice but more like cuz
little eggroll now
Yeah, come in yeah, we're friends
Yeah, come in
Our pork is made in little-kid sweatshop
Take yo fucking pants off!
little eggroll now
Yeah, come in yeah, we're friends
Yeah, come in
Our pork is made in little-kid sweatshop
Take yo fucking pants off!
tell by the way that he dress
Judge a book by a cover that's a mess
This nigga so lame in my space he came
Shook my hand and he poked out his chest
Long
really far
And you can’t reach them by car
So I wanna buy you a rocket ship
So you can go and see yo friends
Cause with a mind like that, girl
You gotta be
I find it?
少し微笑んで君が言う sukoshi hohoende kimi ga iu Smiling a little, you say,
「それはね、ここにあるよ」 "sore wa ne, koko ni aru yo" “Well about that, it’s right
The boys from earth
Looking for life
Somebody told me
(Ah yo yo yo)
Somebody told me
Pluto’s far no love out there
Little by little
Man wants to care
the ones by yo side try to take yo soul
When you on they'll try to off so my shit extendo
In case you get to tripping
Ima hot dog nigga I can show you
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