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Then slowly, slowly pull off your jeans inch by inch
Then I’ll lick your belly in circles further and further down
And then pull your panties off
Bungee gum attached too, you'll be needin clown shoes
I'm bad too, Ilumi-nate my blood lust in a bad mood
I could carry all the spiders on my back like
go sit onna bench
You can't be Take Off Gang if you ain't been onna hit
I be ot but I'm still inna trench
Still sliding nigga hit a opp in his shit
If
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Hearing wHatcha say
Back tHen Had to be in by 10 but out by 12
Mom made it safe to work
I got tHe text on tHe cell
Back witH tHe Locs all raising Hell
Found
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
same block
I'm in the drop top with that bank roll
Young nigga, I'm out here, can't name a place that I can't go
Ridin' 'round with 'bout fifty grand
shit since Johnny Hobo went sober
Don't be fooled, 'cos even if I look like a slob
I'll still kill any fucking cop just for doing his job
Our house
can kiss my ass
Everyone gets on EBT, the only channel is BET
I'd burn The White House and kill the Eagle
Oh, and tampons are illegal
Now candidate
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
myself I be too numb
To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off
Maybe I could make a good rock-star, I don't know.
But in all candour I would tell you it's,
It's outrageous filth.
So I'll be looking from this senator's
hey hey)
When I walk out my house
I got my Glizzy on my hip (Bang)
Just in case a pussy nigga try to hit a lick
(Pussy, woah) few problems I've never
a sloppy mouth
Lick it Stick it, baby u can make my head roll
He be giving good head he got honor roll
Call me Slut I can be yo lil slutty buddy
Bend me
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
in pain?
You don't give two shits
Cause you follow "The American Dream".
Cops can kill
It's justified
But if a black man shoots one
He is given life.
Any minute, any minute
Just put it as I beat that sound
Don't be disgust
It all will blow like dust
I know you got the guts
In God plans gotta trust
but two and that four in the cup
Lookin' like, damn, lookin' like, damn, lookin' like, damn, where can I start? (Start)
Swim in that water, we see
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
the wrong way
I only mean it in a good way, so don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted, forgot you existed
I just bought a new house and my old one is
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
we're both evil in our ways
But neither one of us would ever admit it
'Cause one of us would have one up on the other, so forget it
We can make
and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
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