Lyrics:
roots
You'll get the bull by the horns
The brute force of my words
not the fist but the truth of my verse
So savour - all the fruits of your labours -
the letterbox. Wowed by the subject punctured by the helicop. Boy meets vermin: the widescreen version. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, facial paralysis. These area
Thats right!
Ale-Alejandrx, Ale-Alejandrx C'mon Taylor!
Stop, please, just let me go
Alejandro, just let me go
She's not broken she's just a baby
But
at me
I can't believe I lost my cool
I lost my cool with you
I can't believe I lost my cool
I lost my cool with you
Boy you drive me crazy
I'm losing my
with me by the way
So tell these other h* they can get up get out the way
Get out the way
I prefer when you keep it 100 baby
Time is of the essence I
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
to take a chance why do you front
Too $hort baby here I stand
From here to New York been known to jam
Not one of those suckers that play rap songs
Making
I do it boy I got the skill
Amanzi I...just water still
Evaporate just like water, my baby
Busy focused on my grind my shine
So a nigga do not
look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it
that, me? I make mills off that
How the fuck can't y'all see I ride, when I drive, down the block and
You look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter
an Astro while she giving me dome
I smack that boy like some Vans, he bouncin' off the wall
Houston, Texas I'm a Rocket b***h I'm 'bout to ball
And he wanna
homie
Where you riding slab so your partners watch for me
Who is this if you ain’t from here then move around
Bone hard baby rep for life that H town
I
niggas catch bullets like Randy Moss
Call him hot garbage by the trash he talk
Fucked her one time now she can not walk
Give me a nap there's so much sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy
want to compromise
I wish that they could see what I'm seeing with my own two eyes
Baby you're so perfect you're so goddamn precious
Boys and Even
(Huh?)
Baby mama number one and number two (ooh)
Whoever win this fight, that's the one I'm gon' choose (for real)
I'm pourin' up three's, I don't like
jubbly
I hustle like I'm Del Boy
Got the herbs not the sherbet never the powder
Hit the blocks for nostalgia, in the kitchen like I'm Chowder
Shout me I'm
we dont buy face, so we may not get used to it /
You ask me about the baby they'll tell me not one hit wonder I was born for this /
Im Jason Statham
lost in the moment
When they find us
Holla at yo boy
If you rocking, then we rolling
You was frontin
Now I got you open
I don't wanna gas you up
But
Shaddai I'm just a vessel He speaks through
Not a prophet but when I'm talking, it's a message He's tryna teach you
Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls God
me oh yeah boy you do your thing
I'll want to go but I swear I'll never leave
Back and forth here we go where's my keys
They always get lost when I
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans
Chorus
Boy you done lost yo mind
Nah I lost my virginity
And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,
miseducate me, royalty raised me
Blessed baby, can’t save the world
But the set could, brain a mess
But TB 'bout to clean it up
Seen enough to know not a
Nigga
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