Lyrics:
kind of cowboy I'd be long gone by now
If I were Jesse James, girl you'd never run me down
I'd Tip my Stetson hat
Not look back
As I was walking out
If I
can't do nothing for you on that tip girl (I don't wanna eat it)
So you can keep that salmon sandwhich to yo' self (don't wanna eat it)
Well I kick it
clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with
telling, and teaching pure facts
The way some act in rap is kind of wack
And it lacks creativity and intelligence
But they don't care cause their
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
Hurdd juu want smoke (Huh) Pass the cig
Pussy you can Die here like dread tips (For Real)
Q Smitty wat you on bro (Not Shit)
You know we just wanna ball
don't it?
Hey, I want to let yall know
Hey, hey
I want to let yall know
This Yeezy
And you listening to Q-Tip
Set them up, stiletto up, saddle up
That when it comes to grooming tips you're generous and kind
Sir before you send my letter, telling me cease and desist
If it's not too much trouble,
And you know I'm surrounded by thugs,
Blaqman gear on you know that's what's up,
Represent my team show some love,
We don't share blood but we family,
If
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
right and you know what's what, uh
You got me on some lay low stuff
You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff
Brush your shoulders off girl, go
again
YES WE ALIVE
I'll call Busta Rhyme to check Bonita
Q-Tip and tribe so please step aside
This is 93 bars and running I'm gunning
No talk white
shoutout to Bobby Beats for this shit, man
This shit sounds like some Q-Tip shit, man
And shoutout to Q-Tip as well, man
Hoping you're keeping it safe out
q tip
Talking online keep trying won't do shit
Send me a beat I'll fuckin abuse it
Me vs. you I'm the one that they choosing
Bug in my ear so I call
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
tips, while you cause some pain
Hundred dollar bills, pot bellies on the prowl
Pick up your shirt to work is fly but foul
A nympho, I don't know but she
Eatin' chicken and watermelon
Talk broken english and drug sellin'
See I'm tellin'
And teaching real facts
Now when some act in rap
Is kind
on the narrow road
Ayo, that's it from me, Plug 3, and Ali explode!
Verse 3: Q-Tip
When I rhyme, the effect just ripples
You sound sick, I hope your cells get
kept, never quack
On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback
A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson
A madman who mutilize men with 9-M-M
and silken
And whirled about as did her body
Her spirit was either very high or very low
There was no in between for Cass some
Said she was crazy the dull ones
what it sounds like
Crying on the bed that we both made
Waiting for a sign that you just can't give me
Any kind of sign
I don't want to be here
the street in scanty attire
And they're greeted by their equally perfected peers
Who seem to be content with their gardening skills
What a wonderful place
change
When a man get some money
I stay payin dues
On my P's and Q's
And regardless to what they say
I'm leavin suckas confused
Now let me recollect
Take
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