Lyrics:
Break that dick off in her belly
Mix this peanut butter wit her jelly
That pussy so good, boy I swear I wouldn’t sell it
& great her hygiene; pussy sittin
a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy I. or Fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the lining
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down
Like y'all
all this falsified love
I’m a loaner it gets lonely for ya boy
By myself for many days paranoid hearing noise
Can’t be sober mix the pills with dro
Take
be nice to beach boy for a year or six
Turn harmony to capitol
Trade the bricks for sand dollars
Dreams are made of comfort
Struggle bursts
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
got any spare change?"
"Ahh! Here's my whole wallet, get away from me!"
Imagine a whole family with voice boxes, that'd be creepy, wouldn't it?
They'd
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
Beach
Money talk, mine just gave a nice speech
Just laid a bitch down like Laila Ali
Sittin' in the throne, tryna stay in my seat
It cost to be
INTRO
Original African boy
They call me Kokki, Emmytunz on the mix
DJ TAILA give them the beat oway, put it on repeat
Aaya ayayaya...
STANZA 1
If
Sick of getting told what's right for me
When half yall bitches wouldnt even fight for me
It's only a matter of time you see
Where I will be smoking
mother always told me
"Rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani and codeine
And God damn it, you little motherfucker
If you ain't got nothin' nice
I saw you last year and I thought you had nothing to offer
I tried to be nice but my heart wouldn't get any softer
But then you came back this year
thing I know for sure is
It shouldn't be this hard
You couldn't DTR
Oh, wouldn't it be nice if we could stay friends?
But we houldn't, you know what
the sky is the limit
For reaching the goal and the dream wouldn't you want to be in it to win
It?
Biters are wanted like animals hunted
Soon as I
Yeah yeah
You know I be ballin', young boy with the beat
Gotta say that it's a joy to compete
Every track I'ma destroy and repeat
Got momentum I
Yeah that's wack ain't it
You'd probably buy fucking fifty
Paintings
At fifty grand each
A grand piano in a condo at a
Los Angeles beach
You'd probably
gettin iller
Ice Cube is illustratin it
A brand new cut, keep the b-boys hatin it
Don't get paid, but that's alright
I got the riches of a king
When I hold
house, and it's fulla guns!
I'm down for mine and my choke is nice and hard
When you jack the boss there ain't no holds barred!
No holds barred
No
got emotional and I'm not known to be a crier
But I feel still
And when it feel real
I take that moment in my heart and let the feels heal
To all my
alone
Mix the Number (N) ine with the rhinestone
Counting that guap, that's what I'm on
Counting that guap, boy yeah I love it
G2, and I'm hot like a oven
know that every beat I come across is flammable
I'm Mr. Undefined, Nice to meet you
See ya and wouldn't wanna be you
I just looked her in her face
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
with me
Being alone is fine when the vibe is right
But it would be so much better with you by my side
Cause You're my favorite melody
My lucky charm, my
for a 6am
There ain't much that I wouldn't do to slide in hard and break up two
Yeah I'd give anything to be on a 12-hour bus down to Myrtle Beach
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