Lyrics:
eyes totaled
Mr Wi-Fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how
Say Oohhh I love me a Southern
When I was a child, I made up in my mind
That I was gonna find me a southern man
He leaves his work-boots by
me
I'm way at the top, no stopping me
I stay with the gang, no pop in me
I'm in my own bracket, boy you can not fuck with me
Gold chain on like Mr
and I'm still in the streets
Just a bad motherfucker, my classroom was the hallways
I guess I had to learn the hard way
Only thing that ever mattered was
very brash, positively great moustache on Hot Rod
(Hot Hot Rod)
(Growl)
My gosh, Mr. Macintosh. What a stressful way to be
To be the lovin' father
peace of mind at piano lesson time
Hides my pencil chews my book and then he acts surprised
Don't be fooled by the way he look he might be small in size
effervescent
The way your eyes peek through your mask got me feeling so restless
We never needed compensation for the acts we comitted
We saw the picture
Painted
my dick
Way too wishy washy
I be off that shit
You goin' do what you can
But I'ma do it, regardless
Get it by any means, on me
Yeah
I'ma do it,
of gangstas
Fuck a rebel and rave
My behavior is negative
So stop runnin
If not it'll be your relative
The one I'm gunnin
Blunted, wanted by America's Most
Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay (Yeah, okay, okay, okay)
I can't protect this ho no more, she all up in my way (What, okay,
stacked up
Call me Mr. Lego, she see how I got my stacks up
Brick by fuckin brick, had some shit I had to patch up
Used to pull hoes in a Chevy, had
This ball, Mr. Clean?"
I was scared to lose her
So I couldn't help bein' mean
And that ended both of our games
I said I was sorry
But my girl left
I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green
in me
So them demons done ran
Had my mother give me up
For Adoption
Cuz you a blessing
Got adopted at the age of two Months by Mrs. Graham
Ah
If it
been dead
But you saw fit in me
So them demons done ran
Had my mother give me up
For Adoption
Cuz you a blessing
Got adopted at the age of two months by
with another chick from my building
Kick her ass out and have breakfast like a mo' fucka'
I'm with another bitch by supper
Yeah me and hate that's
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
And that's my word... that's my word
[Chorus]
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (check it out)
If
them
Say a prayer for them
Let 'em know that God's there for them
This is how the world will
Know that you're His
And by the way that you will love
to Illinois
I got no choice but to live by the sword
For my actions and my thoughts are rejected by the lord!
[Chorus 2x]
From the dark side of S.D.
You all
You're my heart desire
Oya dance for mama
Oya dance for papa
Dance ya dance ya
Mr Flavour pon the dance and John by the piano
Moga G James Born
a way for me
My other brother drugs holding him
And he ain't even trying to break free
You see the picture just say cheese
Hope you see this shit in HD
of y'all haters stay out my way
Cuz I am finna pop off im finna pop off I'm finna pop off baby
I know sometimes it's hard to say this
And for some they
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