Lyrics:
do
But it's something deep inside you,
That tell you it's gotta be more than doing what other guys do,
They had nobody there to guide you
But I
true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in
Ain't another woman that can take your spot
My
If I wrote you a symphony
Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?)
If I told you
Ain't another woman that can take your spot
My
If I wrote you a symphony
Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?)
If I told you
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
and the hearer
Are they equal when compared
Will you not then take heed
And indeed, we sent Noah to his people, and he said, I have come to you as a plain warner,
to the Hall of Fame, and I've got say
It's really just my name
I am better than you
I'm the headline story, have you heard the news
And if anybody ever had
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
have is worth more than ice or your oreo whip on twenty-fours I am a door
To the Father Son and Spirit I am his voice can you hear it
I don't speak
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
I know what you are
What you are, baby
Look at you
Gettin' more than just a re-up
Baby you
Got all the puppets with their strings up
Fakin'
of choice is my voice
So I'm strap 'til I'm gone
And I'm gone, Kells
I got more bars than a jail
I got more heat than the sun it'self
You would think i was
hey
My love, hey, my love, hey
Ain't another woman that can take your spot my-
If I wrote you a symphony,
Just to say how much you mean to me
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
chops like you like ‘em
I may not be a real bad bitch (or chick)
Maybe a little more than average
My nails ain't done all the time
But you can count
in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze
know what you are, what you are, baby
Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up
Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up
Fakin' like
gotta speak to the mic It's a G-lock on hip, nigga, why would I fight
Do the murder dance, that nigga seein' the light
You got smoke with D3, he'll end
Naragasura is more powerful than you think.
And you are a mere woman.
How can you kill him, dear?
What?
A mere woman?
How can you say these words, Lord
the corner, Mama, and hand me my travelin' shoes
You know by that, I've got them Statesboro blues
Sister got 'em, Auntie got 'em
Brother got 'em, friend
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
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