Lyrics:
Is it Suzi, Beverly, or is it Angie or Faye
Well I'm your island lover upon your girl's parkway
Inside my love canoe she spends her night and day
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
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
em up like Cup’O’Joe, baseball bat right at your dome
How you posting niggas you dont know and show no love out to your bro
Yall steady chasing
Yeah, and I just got a half a P, straight from O.T
Scottie Pippin on the bag and it say 33
Bad bitch up on my line, she say she noticed me
Why this
a moss burg mask snuggly
Fit like when COVID hit the ground running
Maybe it hides the ugly
A phantom
Not even my mom loves me
And she used to think me
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
guarantee they'll cover the spread
I'd love to make it big
Instead I'm working for pennies at Payless
I'm laying down lyrics
But my friends advise me to say
why I dey see top
In the midst of hardship, He dey give comfort
Enemies go dey deport
By the power of God in my life, ebe too hot
Never alone I'm never
Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own niggas let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin' like
nightlife relax with the mandem and them so old
She know me got the bar
She tell me that she love me and never wanna see me with another girl o
Me tell her
I had one contact to the outside world
A phone in london and a seasick girl.
I knew what was happening but only in my part of the world
I
the lady's just like you. Oh!
What's happening ladies?
What's up wit my lil shorty's.
It's your man Nick Cannon on the beat.
Yeah.
I'm here wit Romeo.
O
to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Ameri-kay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA
nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so
on my best from this day forward
And I’ma get to levels that I’m moving toward
Like Joe Biden watch me pour this(POTUS)
Love in every I do,so flawless
I
Rap off a phone how i'm catching my plays
Made the trap jump in like 29 days
I'm gettin dis cake you can tell by they face
I f*ck wit the love but
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Who else could
Love it when the plug hits me with new flavours
Shake my head like oh man
Gassed by no gang
I roll around on my own I'm my own man
They like to stunt
Got my hat tilted on a bitch I think I'm T-I
Blazed in a daze you can see it in my E-Y
E's cuz be high
You ain't know it's b-Y
C bitch it's B.I
Z
Bagging up O's I ain't serving no gram
They wanna know who I am
Ain't bout no money I don't give a damn
Roll up that za and get back in my jam
Got in
she spoke to my heart it was all lies
If I told you I love you the love died
Okay demons give me no one
O-kay de-mons give me no one
And I'm lost so
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