Lyrics:
pray on your downfall
Wicked
We in the city and you know that we lit
She put that G-Shock watch on her wrist
That junior a ten the way she popped it
It
of dealing with these hoes but my dick not
So, I'mma make me that 7-11 pitstop
She leaned over like I love you, I'm just like bitch stop
You done fucked
gotta show some love to these people
Who else?
Shoutout Helen, I just spoke to her the other day
I gotta call her back though, you know what I'm saying?
yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
Ima
money
Fuck her and I hold her real tight and I know she love me
Safe to say that cash rules everything around me
You know I gotta have cream with my
what you gotta say? I love
Criticism from fuckin' critics
Once I really get to rappin'
I really hear fuckin' crickets
Ever since I started rappin' I'm
Yeah
Awwwwww
Tadahh eh
All you gotta do is talk to me
(Intro)
Ok
Tell me what ya name is
Pull up on the block with the same s***
Yeah
Ok She
to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
Her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here
She bent forward in
"Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk
a sticky ass pound for ya
Break it down, roll it,
Light it up, Toke it
Get high by myself,
I don’t need no-one to smoke with
But it’s fine and dandy if you
on a rapper
What she think, this love and hip hop?
I'm in this bitch with a big Glock
By myself with this big pretty wristwatch
Type to spit in her mouth when
need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies
She said you gotta get drunk and I could fuck her better sober
You get twenty grams and think you
work at Denny's
Can't fuck with you fraud ass niggas
Cause that's how I'm feeling
No really no really no really no
Really no really no really
No cuts
The princess is having a royal ball
If you can rap, also dress fresh
You might win a date with the sweet princess"
Well I, um, ran home when I heard
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
you ever been in love?
Well well well
(2x)
She was five foot four from the floor
Prettiest little thing I've seen before
Her body was so tight,
You gotta know, I'm feeling love
Made of gold, I never loved her
Another one, another you
It's gotta be love I said it
You gotta know, I'm feeling
can't believe you couldn't stay true
You left me betrayed
Acting all two faced
I look back on our love like a fool who got played
The days just flew by
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid
That got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you
I'm with you brother
And this
was hoping you come by and pick me up)
Well you know how that goes sometimes
Getting tied up with things
(Tied up? You been tied up since I met you
you up when you're down
About we
Love each other build our home from the ground
And all of us
Feeling stronger with the spirit around
Just man, woman
an episode of Curb with Nandor
cnd I still got love for Pee Wee since that Perv got slandered
I'm the master of the keys you can call me Vinz Chlortho
Choppers
liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in
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