Lyrics:
that's my bitch
That still be my bitch, man
Ain't no way in the world somebody can tell me it ain't my bitch
Fuck all, y'all, just fuck all, y'all
I
diggity, you can't diffuse
So either call a truce or just drop a deuce
You want equality, Swan Princess?
Okay, but in return I want a gander at your goose
Good news is comin' round the corner
Good news is rollin' round your floor
Where can all my troubles be?
Must be good news chasin' me
Good enough to set
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
you how it could be (tell you how it could be)
Ain't gon hit but you can lick it
Boy you lucky if you stick it (aye)
Good pussy, real sweet
Kiss my lips
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can
gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
Any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal
Watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch
Beating of the heart,
in frenzy, I heart of the House
can feel the waves of Usher
beat on the walls Beating of the heart
gang shit
Punch a nigga in the mouth if he reaching we not lacking
Be like lick a shot buck a shot buck a shot lick a shot
I could aim my ricochets too
opinions as a professional I recommend
We straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitch
Lock him in a rubber room
Sedate him, heavily
And when he wakes up,
If he
ya can't trust a bitch as far as you can smell 'em
ya betta lick that stamp and mail 'em back ova there to da otha
fella. I care less(like I'm 'spose
for any
Promises that I broke
Family
Can I be
Forgiven
For all the
Liquor and weed that I smoked
When I succeed
Will I cope?
Will I still breathe
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her
cookin
Gone blade knife
Cookin keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on my mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
Kici's in
circles
What you put out
You get back in return
Circular motions and spirals
Are the way of life
The way of the world
I can study any subject and be good
the black crown
Sounds underground
Any stage they built
Run tore it down!
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you
at McDonald's for all the time I spent in that studio. Any dollar I got from that record deal, I sent directly towards a journalism degree at NYU. My plan B
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I
in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit
from the matrix
Now snowflakes of hundred genders
Can lick my dick as long as they remember
I'm the candy that's never ever soft and tender
I cum in
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
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