Lyrics:
lies beneath
See this is what I look for, who da fuck you took me for?
You can never box me in [oh no he didn’t]; Cardboard
Now how can I move on?
Hi my
should bet again
That lil bitch
Was bad asf
Shot my shot
And it's wet again
They looking at me
Like the bad guy
Who the fuck done
Let the devil in
I
I need that to begin
Spend money on hoochies?
Yeah right mutha fucka!
Splittin pussies for free
Bitch, juss to say I'm me
Be the one stackin'
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
gettin dough
I'll die for I go broke just a lil moe
CHORUS
Just a lil bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil bit more will ease my mind
Yeah this lil bitty bitch yeah she faded damn
This lil bitty bitch must think I'm crazy
Fuckin on my bro's and say she wanna be my mine lady (Hell nah)
a bag an made shit happen
Now I'm up bands an lil niggas mad
Big bully on me nigga you can try me if you dare
Got dracos an AR'S who you pussy niggas
discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eleminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
To let me drop her off by
[Mr. Lil One]
And you'd better be knowing exactly what it is
That my motherfuckin Shadow be talkin' about up in this Motherfucker
HEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEE, For
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
Them niggas sweet, for that lil' one shit that we did they ain't get back
We got the drop
choose you girl, yeah
Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick
Or
Make my selection on who I choose to be wit'
Girl don't touch my protection
I know
and you know that's a loss
This is my time I'm taking it
Got the juice got the sauce got the drip ooh
I'ma run you over in my mutha fucking whip
Gassed off
everlastin
That is, if ya ride wit me, ya better be down to die wit me
So finally
We strive to be
Some ballin ass mutha fuckaz who is known internationally
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
Sync Flow, like I'm Kid 'n' Play
Bad Chick Alert, that's a bad Lil' Mama
She's hotter than a meteor on a day with a sauna
I love all ladies no matter
and a bad bitch because it feel different
If we drop niggas den we gone we in the field wit it
Ima face this one all alone I need to feel this one
I be by my
one week
I can't be weak
If I don't eat then no one eats
Why? Because I'm the one who feeds
What am I? Adam Sandler? Mr Deeds?
I don't do favors shuck
and yo ass is beat down.
I see you styling highly profile.
Try to play that thug role you're head is swole
Now you want to be all that you can be,
But not
Listen, Mr. Brainiac
This right here is a bad idea
The combination you are talking about
Will lead to a colossal explosion
But if you still want
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
This is for the women who be askin' 'bout the glory that we bask in
But when we don't get our dues, they Nicki laughin'
I dedicate this
(Fuck that lil bih)
You shot a brick, I send my shooter, that's my assist (Yee yee yee)
You know who I am, how is you the goat hoe, I'm inside a lamb
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