Lyrics:
can hear the sound
Of a two-day old you sayin' "gaa gaa goo"
And right then all I could think of was you
I really didn't care what she chose to do
Like,
An that's Suzie Q
Well, it ain't nothin' to it
Peoples, just easy to do
Well, now I know a girl
Her name is Sister McGhee
She jumped up an down
For who she
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
Mhm
Grumps, you crazy
Mhm
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him,
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
like action (Oh)
Who is your crew, who's your faction
I wiped the blood up from under my nose
Look like I'm 'bouta ask
You "what's brackin'?"
Wanna fade
things can change
So I pray you find your path
'Cause pain is temporary
So the pain never lasts
Genocide the rap game
I’m 'bout to make a killin’
Either
And Ashleigh runs downstairs and she's like
"Yo, yo, Kells, Kells, you're not gonna believe who wants to talk to you right now
"I'm like, "who?" She's like
Yeah
Work that
Work work
Work that
She wanna work work that
Knew that I was supposed to shine the big bank is a paradigm
Shorty in the backdrop with
Marianne, oh, Marianne, oh, won't you marry me?
We can have a bamboo hut and brandy in the tea
Leave your fat old mamma home, she never will say
for me
You hid the pound you'd kid and clown then put one in his chest for me
You kept by my side you were down for the ride
You're my Bonnie I'm your
to the intellects in the rooms I ain't entered yet
Been a threat
Compose two minute drills you cannot intercept
My star different
I'm who they send on the hard
what they'd die for
Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep
This air is blessed you share with me
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from
Back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so late
That my eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so
Shawty baddd bad bad
She gotta Ysl crotchet
She put her hair in a bonnet
She's used two hands hands hands
Amiri damn damn damn
I'm tired of women who
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
A strategist, to see His Majesty on high is the
Mission critical. We in it for the glory of
Israel’s pinnacle. We finna go Notorious on the instrumental
Like John
working
Should've just stuck to the beats
Even though your body is a he, you really a she
Fans'll say your rappin' is a A when it's really a D
They get
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