Lyrics:
pussy wet like I need
Help on aisle three
Take dick so good I might just
Have to charge a fee (Charge a fee)
You put that Luther on and
You gon' fuck with
dreams before we die
Can't waste it all on what we like
Too much going on
So guess I'll see if you try
So it all keeps going by
Feel so many ways
I guess
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
freezin'
And Mrs. said that you would never be shit
And you don't wanna cry about dad, but you need him
I grew up so fucked, but I didn't even deep it
I need a car I never drove so I could speed away
And put some tints up on that bitch so they won’t see my face
I need some space all by myself, I
if I haven't?
But if that holds true, here's the lesson,
If you keep your head down, you might miss out on the blessing.
Sing!
[Chorus:]
I don't need
will never be unless you do exactly as I say
In three days time a blue moon will appear
Only then can the curse be undone
What curse?
The one I
When we do come through, you better lock doors (pause!)
The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see? We cop raw
since I'm not sure where your head's been at lately, would you mind doing me a
Favor by circling yes, if you're down to start fresh and go on a date with
this foolery
I go rhyme by rhyme
I go line by line
You think we side by side
You better check yo mind
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How many
place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks"
So you bust out the door
place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks"
So you bust out the door
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
much money that I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named
brought the ointment
I live and die by the pen, and Kaarmaa coming heavy for you
You can tend the rabbits, Lennie, this a game of mice and men
I've come
tried to hit on some dumb s*** im doing what i could but I
need you to come quick
dumb sick adrenaline surpassing my scepticism
thinking if the pigs
heart for free
Are you feeling down? Have you lost control?
Is your life a mess? Do
Your friends despise you?
Well, here's one weird trick
Discovered by
could get it from Three
Papi didn't have it, I could get it from E
Niggas need dank, you can call on me
Hell I come through, it don't matter if you
I didn't all the time I beat that ass down
Now I'm in another town, nothin' like Uptown
So while I'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l
eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
(One, two, three,
Three drops of holy water)
For your headache
You don't need aspirin
(One, two, three,
Three drops of holy water)
And some herbs all
really is, youngin'
Ayy, why you think I went pop? So my family could eat (alright)
But now that the fridge is full, it's just a pen and this beat
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