Lyrics:
to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
Nigga fuck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery
(by
stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the john
Right away the gun buist!
I transform into a big black god
Feel the realness my dick's lank hard
You can't believe it a dick in your palm
As big as your arm we somewhere else
a man, just scheming on ways
To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin'
Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My
a man, just scheming on ways
To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin'
Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My
a man, just scheming on ways
To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin'
Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
don't make a difference?
cn era came and went, no one's worse or better for it
Tell your story, some will pay to listen
You'll get lost in the nostalgia
Say P, man the other day foolin' at the club
Mane wit this broad or whateva
I walk in see her talkin' to some dude or whateva
You know what I'm
manipulative, devious and sinning
I do all that I can to get you in the palm of my hand
Baby, what's pathetic is the tactics used to tame this man
One minute you
is now in your world)
Yo, I determine what time it's on, I call my nigga Proof
Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose!
I'm tired of you new
your eyes tell me not to worry, you're sincere
Can't turn back now, destiny's why I'm here
Our friends laugh as I take you by the hand
But they single
jeans on, with a band-t donned
Right hand horns drawn and I'm lookin kinda slack jawed
LVE? You must be frontin'
Less than half you punks, do dirt in
passing that vibe up)
Ain't have a body back then (sheesh), girl look how you turned out
Got niggas in the palm of your hands
They put money in the palm
get what I want
I try too much
Change your mind `cause I`m sorry that you won`t
I seen it all
Popping bottles in the morning right before we ball
Don`t
flash a grin and push it right in
Right in the side of your ear
Yeah the labor was intensive and they paid the price
They had forearms like Popeye,
Baby, baby, wanna be your man, yeah
Baby, I wanna be your man
Wanna take you by the hand, baby
I wanna lead you on down
To the promised land, yeah
Baby,
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed
But she shoved the palms of her hands
Vigorously into my chest
And mounted my erect Hammer of Ogun
Her pussy was so slippery
And messy it went in with
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
bathroom, no folks there's no =
Device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the =
Loose ends.
Submitted by: Mel
platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
losing sight. Remember; It's all just a game we play.
So, don't put your head in the sand
Or cry with your face in the palm of your hand
Keep spinning
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