Lyrics:
to win, I had to school
Tellin' the fiend, "Inside the bag" I bought the blast and shoot (boom)
King B, I bought you a chain and makin' it rain on you
them blocks
So you know that I'm ready
By time when I'm done got the scene lookin deady
Im in her dreams got me feeling like Freddy
After I hit it ya
stomach
When I hold a beer mug and
Make you sip from it
Thinking this bug dick could kill the
Dead silence in your body
I want to be the life of the search
Yeah
And she natural so fresh and clean
Yeah
Dig in her pussy and make her cream
Yeah
Look at my jacket stitch European
Baby I'm buzzing like bumble bee
can't make it free for we?
Or is it because unnuh profit from poverty?
When you look at me do you see a man
Or do you see another vote for your party?
Popping uppers cuz we upper echelon
Aye aye
Like Shannon Im Sharpe off a xanny
Make her pop it for pimp now she damaged
She on demon time with me GOD damnit
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform)
The doctor makes you well real quick
If by chance you're feeling sick
She works and works the whole day long
My dear, our love has been larger than life
I hope we can make it grow still
Lately it seems you are less than satisfied
But I have not yet had my
the transporter sittin' by the land borders
The rocafella a make you rather do a manslaughter
They goin' in June, it's comin' back with grand-daughters
So homie
Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all
family no friends
Surrounded by real ones who wanna see me win
See I made it through the storm
Weathered all the rain
Even in the darkest tunnel
I still
taste it
I never felt the need to cave in no one is waiting its only talk
When they can make it
But still I'm clean put foot to moving pavement
My lady
Believe me, I make it look easy
You wanna know how to do it
Then watch Snoop Deezie
Cause my life's worth more than
The money that ya' live and die for
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
a circle, yeah
Throw that ass in a circle
She gon' throw it back for a boss
Look back for a boss
Make it clap for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin'
bloody
I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain, damn, that's muddy
She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
What it
lappin vodka off the floor.
Piano’s outta tune, Murph’s bangin out a beat.
Joe’s on the tables, bazooka-blowin out the heat.
Sip it, suck it, drink it
enough
It ain't enough It ain't enough
Feeling too good got me
Smoking like it ain't enough
I roll up a fat sack
Yeah I need it by the pound like
to deal I pray to god you learn to heal
I pray to god you make it tho
Don't ever get complacent joe
Discussing goats I pray to god your names involved
I
feelings who gives a fuck
I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover
I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush
On my way to victories
my bro in the scat, he tryna go out and cut it
My pockets fat, walk around, big sacks, teletubbie
She hella wet, I left my kids in her ocean bubble
'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!)
Tol' me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on
Hit the scene, make it rain -
I told 'em I'm already in the storm.
Ay'thing's in
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