Lyrics:
boy
Where he come from said the slum slums in a city where shit got a limit
Word to the people thats still in it yeah
If I'm in it it gotta be tinted
the hottest riddle
Meet your doom
Facts
Bury you
Not in a tomb
Facts
I would grow tired of rapping
But who would it be
Cuz I know it is me
Plus they tired
date no lil nat Florida swoop
Honestly, I ain't never gonna be a president
All I really need is for my wrist to touch a president
Surrounded by
on her back say I'm ready to go
Man this girl must be the pimp the way I'm ready to hoe
I wanna take you out the ghetto girl around the globe
Getting
ain’t had no vote
Arctic I b,
Have to cuz their ain’t no froster than P,
Nada my temperature, lava was sent thru here (pronounce it “her”) now we have
picked a real bad time to be strategic
I think my life's bad picking up the pieces
Some folk already got their appointment to see Jesus
In this world
they praise and defend
I'm sorry tell me what your name was again
Mr. Noname, I heard that you been working on yourself
You can't be somebody else
ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad
Fresh out of the coma, already grinnin' like he ain't have enough
Fresh outta prison, already winnin', I
When I’m gon’ sippin’ on patron
Yeah, I’m gon’
I got two bad bitches yeah they on
Yeah, I’m on
Counting everday money
Counting racks every mutha fuckin’
cerebellum
I think it'll really get me up if I could be suckin' your seratonin.
Id rather just die than inflict any pain on somebody who truly put trusted
a face shot
Original
No screenshot
Bossed up
I don't clock out
Lil bitch!
Impatiently I'm tired of waiting
Don't get why these niggas be hating
Stuck
[Will Smith]
Kim haters be making me wanna flip and react
Lil'Kim:
No-no-no, chill Will and let me do that (alright)
Huh, I gotta eat can't get with
should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas, you wasn't right there
If you need me, lil
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
who ain't even tryna bother
We be lookin like team you can dream how we ballin
Bet a nigga won't thug her bad
Cause i dont wanna fuck up her heart
I
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
say she do whatever I say
Got a cousin named Shanee who loves to play
Doin' it "My Way" like Usher Raymond
A bad chick
From the Camen Islands
gon' flock
Don't be a dummy and die wit ya' knocks
He ain't tough, only tough with his knocks
Please don't run, two beams on the Glock
Bad lil' bitch,
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
with me, I know how I was acting
You challenged me to be better
You taught me to make it happen
Mr Brawley
your talks, your stories changed me
Thank
and not you, lil' hoe (You ugly)
And that's why shh did you bad, you stupid, dirty hoe
Hey, Mr. White, what the fuck you doin' Nigga?
Man, I'm dissin' shit
bitches won't survive
Mutha fucka ain't playhouse lil bitch its your demise yea
Medusa on me I'm about to catch a body
Dripped in gold bitch I'm dripping in
bitch make her ass get low
Niggas be snitching I can't fuck with rats
If you did it you did it lil nigga that's a fact
Shit I got a bad temper gotta watch
I did, to Gods early dawning light
And I was privileged to be as I am to this day
To be with you. To be with you
(movie actor like speech:)
Mr
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