Lyrics:
do it spitefully"
Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special
If you are pregnant and everything, say it in a beautiful way in your music
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
There are really two kinds of public figures
Or two, as I really see in terms
Of abstract gatherings of them
I mean, there
There are idols and there
to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little
Contamination Of The Human Race
Another Day, Another Million Dead
That Bodies Are Eaten
By The Infected
Wake Up In The Dawn
See All The Dead Bodies
Baby
Verse 3
E'love yaayi na meturoni yiri pregnant
[Our relationship with meturoni is pregnant]
Ingye bojjo na meturoni we are loughing
[Me
The fact: you wanted cheese
So we living in the housing act
And police put a code
By the Sony DAT
Got a brand little commune
For yes we think, on watch
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
[Intro: [Master P]]
Are you ready to boldly go,
Where no family has gone before?
The Ghetto Enterprise has landed.
Captain Kirk has arrived, I
[Featuring Mystikal Fiend Silkk The Shocker]
Intro: [Master P]
Are you ready to boldly go
where no family has gone before?
that's right sugar love
Come on
[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just wont get enough
The rain,
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
God gave me this gift
And guess who I share it with
Guess what I glorify
Money and sex
I suspect I'd horrify
All who are close to me
Granny would
Rord
Kelly the bad, Kelly the bad man
Bad man
Onwero
Hmm
Wfss
Loving you
Woowoowooo
You are killing me, you are killing me
What a crazy
Started my grind where crime festers
And nines showing like they in they second trimesters (pregnant)
That's why when niggas throw a shot or two online
I
got pregnant she broke up with me
She packed all her bags and drove back to Boise
She said she still loved me but needed her family
And I was like,
like pushing a car you know won't drive again
I think I had a dream of being an astronaut or an astrophysicist
But I found out you guys are
So I spit
that's right sugar love
Come on
[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just wont get enough
The rain,
planet I'm on? (Yeah)
Um, I'm on Venus givin' aliens penis (Uh-huh)
Juice WRLD, Makaveli, I mean it (Uh-huh)
Diamonds R. Kelly, wrist get to peein'
like my name was r kelly
Trapped in the closet, I just found out that this bitch is married
(Bridge)
HrtBrkJnz:
Tell me what's the deal
Tell me where
She pop a perk
R Kelly I'm a flirt
She sip it down with the lean
While I'm smoking green overseas
Leanin so hard finna need a kickstand
Got you
by Satan
Then your face was stepped on and
Shaved with the weapons of Jason
Left in the rain til the leprosy sank in
Left to be eaten by featherless
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