Lyrics:
the ticket
Let's talk about opps
Let's talk 'bout drilling
Let's talk 'bout dead opps, I got a list
Name one by one, they all got blitzed
I need y'all
Gon start a Revolution amma renegade start a war you know am that nigga
They think am sweet aint ntn sweet i know that yall tryna be me
Talk to me
and talk shit
Talk shit about me
And go ahead and talk shit
About my g-g-generation
'Cause we don't, don't give a fuck, and
We won't ever give a fuck
Hold my hand
We can dance for a little bit
Take this chance
Don't hold back give me all of it
Hold my hand
We can dance for a little bit
Take this
talk about real love
Truth and propaganda
Are you really gonna stand for
A love that waits its turn?
Ok, ok, ok you've got me figured out
I'm
little dog right in your lap
I have become a little sad and I called up my old dad
He said son you just woke me from my nap
I told him you had left me
He
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
What I'm trying to say is that I am still young but I handle the talk, that was lightweight
Yeah, you know he keep me intact
I know and that is a fact
told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her
to piss
Watchin you homo niggas pop that Crys
Drop by me hangin out that rich
See if a nigga don't chop it off
Y'all niggas talk too much shit
Y'all need
Reflexions of the Disillusioned
By Jeff Knight
Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
should talk about it, but I checked with John, asked him if it's OK
He said he didn't give a shit
One time he took a casket up to his hotel room and got
I can read your body, nuff said
Quit all that yappin'
Meet let's talk and a little more action (Yeah)
Now girl keep it G, know you speak a little
Aye in my white tee in my white tee her boyfriend wanna fight me
Aye Baby you cannot indict me
Khapo yeah aye
Aye im gonna talk a little shit on this
Can we talk
I wanna get your name and your number
Baby can we talk
Can we have a little conversation about us
About me and you being together yeah
the tunnel
Had his captain by his side
The last words that John Henry said was bring me
Cool drink of what ‘for I die lord, lord
Cool drink of what ‘for I
the club with the racks on her
I can't even talk with the cash on me
I can't even talk with the cash on me
I can't even talk with all this cash on me
Cash
bout a burn, pile hand on me and my honey
We can run a game of shoes, we can lose a little money
Might talk a little smack, grab a sip of that Jack
Raki Raki
Souvlaki
Beat that bitch like a hacky-sacky
Man, I write bars fam
It's too easy
Like John Cena, you can't see me
Raki Raki
Souvlaki
Beat
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
about thug shit
?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit
Now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats
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