Lyrics:
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Frederico Stefano Mpyo, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
Woo
Yea
Dèja
Dèja
He said I’m
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
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This is an SCG3 Special Report with Sam Romero.
"Good evening, I'm Sam Romero. We continue our special rapport now on the so-called monster
better (IT WAS)
Match a sack, back to back
The four of us was high forever (SMACKED)
Now we on our shit
Getting to the money fuck a bitch
Pillow talking
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
in here
And we'll say your pardon
We from here
You just run da building
Now tell us all you sorry
Rashad sister was bad
But I was shy
Don't
I'm royalty I feel like William
Niggas hood hoppers they change colors like chameleons
My Bitch is mixed yea she look Mexican but ass Brazilian
Come
than this
I swear you are better than this
But you wanna stay on that list
Remember Miss Williams
She would look after us all
Whenever we needed advice
Come look 'pon me, can you see me fully?
William Hill, ten man outside the bookie
Come gamble your life, I dare you, pussy
Burner in the bush, if
darkest nights
But devils come
When the angels hide
My bros in Penn just took his shahada
And now he thinks everything is haram
Had to tell my man hold up
mental i govern it, writing my every wrong
In every song, flow just as tight as Serena Williams gluteus inna thong
That's Ludacris huh, Mary J is how I
teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors?
of us got seven flows
I'ma get it in just by the load
All three of us went shoppin'
Seven hundred thousand all on clothes (let's go) (Keed talk to 'em)
[LaToiya Williams]
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha ha)
[Young Buck]
Now, even though I might
the culprit
I'm a tenor in the choir but I sing a different song
Of how the where's and why's of now all prove I don't belong
But I'm staying I've planted
that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggaz locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't
real B-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah, we goin' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
go down bruh
We ain't gone go down bruh
They try 2 keep us down
They try 2 keep us down
But uh, we gone be around
Might as well change up now
They
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
nigga, what?
Count up that loot, count up that loot
Look, count up that loot, count up that loot
Look, black on black Benz, young nigga, salute
Look
on the realest soldiers
It's way they despise us, and they just really oppose us
Now I ain't racist, I'm just tryin' tell you what the case is
Feelin'
see it in me
Fast forward after hours dropped
Just another dreamer in the city
Messed with young niggas turning up
King curtis williams showed us
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