Lyrics:
respect
Unto men, we reciprocate your respect
Shout out to women who still summit to their men
Big ups to good men, shame on bad men
Bor bor bor bor boys
y’all boys doing it out there
But let me take you down south right fast
Mississippi, to be exact
Check me out
Somewhere in America, somewhere in
No honey
Wow! Here is your boy right now with
About 20 of his new best friends
The cops start getting out of the cars
And ready their weapons
I'm
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall I'd
Slow my 'Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
bell-boy (who turn out to be de illejiminit son o' de video preacher) gwine take a job at a gas statium in new jersey...an' de blow-up
Why gwine come to life
Listen I'mma ball 'til I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride 'til I die with my
Finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'mma get it how I'm
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
DOOR
AND PUTTING HER WATER BOTTLE AWAY BUT IT FALLS ON THE
FLOOR. THEN FREDDIE COMES RUNNING OUT FROM HIS APARTMENT
ACROSS THE HALL AND GRABS IT THEN
It's all about you!
Every other city we go
Every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes!
Every other city we go
of a baddie open
Baby thats where I been
They be screaming I can't pass em by
See me pacify them
Fuck a nine boy my heat is on ten
I don't give a fuck about
by looking at his stomach it's assuring
Now I'm a head out, I could've gone louder
Robert your gold thinks you're a fucking Wi-Fi router
Eduardo's so
small, e nuh large, me no slap entourage
Pon di top mw in charge, rub e clit like massage
Back arch, body neat like a Nicki Minaj
Boy fuck me inna di
When the beat screams kill me
Don't jerk me boy, I rip it silly!
I'll let you rise of course
But if you don't fall off on your own
MC's I cut off
out of town, call it safe sex (ayy)
When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
Now watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my
I love cats
I love cats
My furry pur creatures
I keep my cats entertained
While I'm out of the house
By watching fish tank fun videos on cat TV
You
the scores up, money where it falls off
Been rolling it all from night to night
Everything from the audio to the video
The way I sing it really hits
of earth
Put out your hand
And touched the face of hell
All this is why you don't have anything to say
When your boy tells you
That he is seeing cracks in
grasp what each other goes through
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
the diamond studs
bay boy they boy bringin and dancin
all out the window going dummy u bastards
dudes swing dread locks with da head
u aint got no stunna shades
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