Lyrics:
Flow'n, droppe dauernd meine Bars
Du Schmock
Glaub an meine Tracks, blicke auf den Thron
Doch ich ficke deine Party-Blocks
Kille viele Rapper
Ficke ihre
admit it I did (yeah)
I done fucked with a couple of fans (fans)
I admit that I'm a gift and a curse (gift and a curse)
I admit that I don't go
vanilla
Girl sweet like chocolate wid an hour glass figure
One night wid the kid and she walk out doing thriller
Bitch please dont forget in this game im
ass out in public
The home girls tells me I'm the shit
I break them off so they can buy some outfits
I buy them sons a pack of peppers, some new joints
(uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger
was selling Jenny by the block (By the block)
There's a couple pennies for ya thoughts (For ya thoughts)
R.I.P Tennpenny what a loss just for me to make
was gonna have to go through this about two-hundred more times
So to you all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't
If it ain't about the freedom
Please don't talk to the girl, don't even walk to the girl
If it ain't about the freedom
Nah, please, don't say a word.
track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know
track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
Please, don't fuck around cause I'm a rapper with a mill made
And who you kiddin', ride that flow that cain fill graves
Spendin' days in the shade to eat
can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp
I don't fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps
Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids
You can
don't think I need new friends.
Hext on the track going Rocky now I think it's time to stack a couple bodies
Fiends on the block for the Coke dope money
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Me want to go
Shape like a Coke
Dr1ppy on the track huh
She done took my heart, let's make a new song (Make a new song)
She was just a kid but
my bag i need a new bag I'mma link with my brodie and cop me a benz
You want that bag go get it
Get on your feet get sturdy
Spin on your block i don't
the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
I told her to drive over after dude crib
Bring a couple new friends
Them last girls was too thick
How you expect me to hit?
You wanna watch Clueless
this
Why you doing this to me girl
I don't understand
Please girl
Don't do this
Don't do this to me girl
I'm only tryna be your man
Can you take me
got my diploma
In the club 4 in the mornin'
I'm a fuckin' cool kid
Fo show out til it's over
Nigga sippin' purple potion, no wait
I don't do no foldin'
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