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Holy smoke pon de bass mix
(tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de
Ooh shit
And now we on
I done pulled the last king
Now I'm sitting on the throne
I need to roll me a blunt
Cuz it's mix with patron and Hennessy
Nigga I
only write my words
And I'm singin' it, to me wingin'
It's for the birds i often get asked to by
Non rappin' band nerds
STD is the abbreviation for
to trap them with a motorola
Even if she’s the queen of hearts he may discard her
If you had a heart boy you’d be smarter
She goes harder no one left
The young teen screen queen
Is always to be seen on the party scene being reckless
Certain behaviours are infectious, you lost you're mind you are headless
take that hunnid thou' reverse it
Work it back into our communities, rehabilitate the unity
Young Black women shinin', don't be confused by my lines
Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be
steady sipping
Be a King don't let them take your crown by any means
Including Queens jokers or any cards dealt with in between
Focus on yourself while you
This my story ain't no glory
Mix this passion wit my pain
Don't u worry might get gory
Drivin down a one way lane
Had to change can't be the same
The heavens speaking to me
I'm from Queens we get the money by all means
My life is a movie she wanna do me, tell her to keep it groovy
Baby girl I don't need
Bottling anger and its causing me danger
Use to be a raver now somehow im a savior
Spit to the banger wit sharp as razor
Im looking so dashing that your girl
bricks (Ayee) She in the mix
I had to tell her dip (Whoa) She on some shit
In a Big Body Benz nigga
Burning all the asphalt
Holdup don't blame me
Nigga
from
Left to right
Shawty wanna step out side
Girl your waist line is calling
I figured your a queen
By the way your walking
Girl your waist line is
front the piece
Shorties bouncin' (bounce bounce)
Niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin'
Puffin' Lai, kickin' it to shorties passin' by
See some be actin
front the piece
Shorties bouncin' (bounce bounce)
Niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin'
Puffin' Lai, kickin' it to shorties passin' by
See some be actin
that (ay)
Light sumn up, yo, weh di weed at? (Ay)
Gimmi the chronic
'Cause I be chilling with a shorty that be sitting upon my lap
A mi queen that
chest
I digress
Said I'm a writer for myself and others
And I wanna be by your side
And we can end as lovers
She smiled
Looked me up and down
Grillin' my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
those snaps tonight It can be one or five
I'll see each of em twice Be the queen of my tribe
Gifted in your presence, right? Can't just let you walk by
trustworthy by the looks in your eyes
Stay wit' me, be my dog like Dollar and Richie
She convinced me, all we really need is love strict
(Love is all we
trustworthy by the looks in your eyes
Stay wit' me, be my dog like Dollar and Richie
She convinced me, all we really need is love strict
(Love is all we
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