Lyrics:
They put an Arabian nerd from the Suburbs
Tryna have a nigga swag up against Mr cass?
My bars goes over niggas
Heads like a mistletoe
So you can kiss my
crackin my steel
Plus I'm goin to court, make my own appeal
As taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGER
Cause I could be a head banger
the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib
on business without the family
English for pleasure, money for what eva
Paid my bills, out of debt
Time to collect, I want some(thrills)
Head over heels,
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,
You got me wantin' to be with you all the time
You make me wanna pass them chips girls you are so fine
How 'bout me and you go jump in my car (Oh)
Talk
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
I'm pursuing
Bitch my name is Jordan I rock hoes and bend them over onto my knees
Nigga I'm smackin they booties
I got babies, complaining about my
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
makes
The girls go down blatantly killin' them
No more payin' man a hundred pound
Straight ten minimum
My car, my house, my bills (Uh)
These bitches know
him in his face
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds
I
tonight they're eating thoughts and prayers
Racism, Misogyny, uhh, Kidz Bop
By that mean bopping kids, not the music albums
But the act of, uh, molesting
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
an inauguration
The coronation
Watch them hand me the Crown while you Bop to this
You should hear the crowd when they announce the kid
I done made hiphop my bitch
you grew up poor around rich white kids
That's why I'm like this
A couple niggas dead
In my head
I ain't shed a tear
Closed me off enough so now that no
you wanna teeth mine
If you can't see that he's biting my flow
Then you must be blind
It's ok impersonators won't shine
I will lick off your head top
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger
Way over town, that digs on me
(She give me
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger
Way over town, that digs on me
(She give me
snoring
She know her role, she be gone by the morning
I got Reebok on my feet
If shawty choosing, then she choosing me
Lil' bitch, I don't have a car note
smack, msack
I'm like, "I didn't rape no kids, I just showed my sack
You never did that, like, with your friends?" (Ain't fuck nah, pussy)
It was just
a glorious day,
By the way how long you been dead?"
Maybe you, maybe me
Maybe baby makes three
But she just shook her head
You got to fill out a form
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