Lyrics:
and go
I been out here on a roll
Madness
I used to fuck with the bro
But we don't fuck with him no more
Fuck is up
Niggas is soft
Never us
None of us
No
I was thinking of things that I hate to do
SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS
Things you do to me or I do to you, baby
SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS
Something fatter
(Uh)
Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon
Whoa, big face Benjamin's
And she looked at me like you ain't nothin' but a star
I looked
(Uh)
Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon
Whoa, big face Benjamin's
And she looked at me like you ain't nothin' but a star
I looked
wasting no big idea on a cancelling awaken
Look at these records bro, they're the things I'm breaking
Had to get it by myself, the money money making
They ain't fuck with my when I was all by my lonely, locked down on Carl Griffin
You broke the code, you put a dollar before me, we from the projects,
Drizzy
He gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was praying I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for
to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right then and there
I had
favorite sport
Come short get burnt with the Newport
I'm in the four-oh, and 'Pac came to see me
Smobbin in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, shit be
caution
And his main want me, I ain't fuck though
In this cold world nigga warmed up to it
On the real, I don't trust nobody
More problems coming with more money
In my hand's a chrome gun with a black trigger
I know you think your shit's big, but I pack bigger
Just ask your wife, 'cause I blasted her pipes
If
The rhythm gettin' ridden with writtens
I'm 'bout to finish and smoke weed, brah
How's that for a flow scheme? Uh
Jump on a plane then puff me a J
Getting raw
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I
steady tryin' to twist me
In the pen I got the whole Crip card with me
Come get me, y'all niggas know where I'm at
Ain't No Limit to this shit, just know
never been outdated
Gots to be fly by the way I state it
Now, of myself, I say I'm a big fan
Got more rhymes than words by the Letterman
Positive
feel so informed
That's its even more annoying than being trapped in a toystore
With hardcore rappers, paraders and wannabes
I say probably highway
like azucar
Don't get hit by the big right bazooka
Now you march
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in
more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics
Chuckin' up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go brazy if I
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
How was I to know the fantasy can do
Me and a couple of friends of mine we were havin' some fun
'Til we started romancing with the love of a gun
dream
It's bigger than me
He had the fire in his eyes
It was clear to see
He was a small town boy
With a big town dream
I'm a star on the rise
As he
'm Deebo throwin' (yeah)
Got one hundred mana
Don't need mo' potions (Nope)
Just sit down and rappin'
I make more than you make (Yuh)
Got ten people wit' me
(Pump funk fo the people)
Yeah
Come around my way
Come around my way
It's the Big Ill with the Al
(This is for the homies)
[ VERSE 1: Al Skratch
God
Oh my God na big bum bum
Big bum bum dey make me cum
When I cum I feel on top
Top top I still need more
So so moan abi small small
Soso Monta on God
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