Lyrics:
pockets on chicken coup
Got all my opps miserable
Popped up in the physical
Two hundred Hispanics
Now he wondering where his man went
Start to stutter
champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings
J-Jungle Beats... holla at me
Grand Hustle Nigga... money
You know me, I'm so fly
Be lookin like money every time I ride by
Got them Benjis in my
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
through Dublin City at the hour of Half past Eight,
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady,
brushing her hair by the garden gate
First she tossed it , then
scared of a big dick (big dick)
And love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch
Cause I ain't drunk enough to do that shit
[Chorus: repeat 2
Or get popped like a motherfuckin' pimple
Cause I got some thoughts
It's two people on my shoulder
They trynna talk sense to the middle
They throwing me
fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get
you were by my side right there on Friday night
In line for last nights show
I'm trying to cope with how you let me go
Two tickets that couldn't be sold
you have a girlfriend
Well if that's the case
Then it looks like I'm leaving you
I refuse to be used by you
Emotionally abused by you
But first things
dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
Dear pop you the first ima write to
You taught me how to structure lines like haikus
I won't lie pop I cry every time I have these thoughts in my
a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly
trill
I can't leave them ones behind, I'ma put on my folks
My first time I lost some money, shit, I damn near lost my mind
I could fuck it up
didn't call it
Crazy how my mind works in mysterious ways
Crazy how I met you that first night
And you take your legs, spread them, them separate ways
It
asking you
Two steps meal preps check it off the list
No regular moves in my circle yeah you see that ice drip
Times going by quick yeah we always lit
In these manly man things
Wasn't walking in my purpose, I was gallivanting
Kelly called and said First Avenue was probably canceling
Said don't worry
can't be around
You niggas mistaken
There's more than enough for the taking
Like Malcolm by any means
Battle my enemies
Tryna get back what they've taken
jump shots
Make sure sure your shot is wetter (Green)
You're my first seed
But you more like my brother
Your my mini me
For you I'll act a fool
Cousin
tell you how the earth taste
It's only me verse me
So I'm going to always be in first place
Imagine trying to keep up
Meant to ask you how my dirt taste
ballrooms
Crows fly by my window slow
Headed that way but lookin' at me though
Sedatives.
Sedatives.
Sedative me.
Sedatives.
Sedative me.
Sedatives.
of the car
Cause I’m ‘Space Bound’, you taught me to shoot for the stars
‘Rap God’ was the song that got me on your trail
2013, my life was switched, my first
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