Lyrics:
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
floor
Used to buzz em in then meet him right by the first door
That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour
Friendship was worth more than
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
Mami Mary, Mary Coleman that is
I love you, rest in peace
You still here though
Word up
This goes out to you
Mary Parker, Loretta Randall
Grandfather
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
Some of ya'll might be affraid of what lurks in the dark
So by the wave of his hand and by the flick of his wrist
Tone brings things to light
Makin' sure, stack some bricks in the trunk of your car for me
We live the lifestyle of ballers and stars and shit
And I'm out here grindin' to make sure
que voa
Pique, eu sou caro, então não me compare-pare
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all means, we into that
Front,
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Friday, payday
Ready to do the things we love
We're gonna get our groove on
All night long
Give it up now for the DJ
And put your hands where my eyes
play wit' they nose
If ya like, she blow in ya butt
Eat ya dick and then lick ya nuts
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I'd still be drivin' this shit
Makin
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
Rise da mic like am doin a bitch press
Like fly got a lotta stuff up in a chest, dealin wit stress y'all
Ain't no tellin whe' am headin next, makin
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
y'all ain't even makin hotness
Stop it, the mixtapes, you shouldn't even drop it
I taught y'all youngin's how to hit a lick
And you didn't make love
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
Gon pop the pussy for the realist
Way too many drugs I can feel it
My team on the grind makin' millions
Poppin xans now I ain't gotta feelin
Can you
I see you in a lonely place
How can you be so blind?
You're still regretting the love you left
Left behind
Oh, darling
I seen you go through
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
just got it
Back then I got chased by feds, I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit
I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs
It trigger my trauma, I
Friday to Friday stay-be baby
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My windfall- be rich by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
Saw her
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