Lyrics:
feel any physical or emotional discomfort in this area.
This practice is useful and pleasant, and helps me be more in the present. Little by little, you
dough
Steady income ain't good for me
Serving white you know the way
Whether it's morning, whether it's raining
All that shit don't matter to me
I done
frontin
They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden
Oh Biggie gimme one more chance
I got that good dick girl you didn't know
Oh Biggie
X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Master P]
My enemies hate me money can't make me
Bitches can't break me the feds can't take
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
Mmm, you smell that
You know what that smell is, that's right, it's money
Go ahead, rub your dick on that shit
I rub my dick on expensive shit, I
you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food
Yeah, that's my lil
(Wit da 30)
Bad lil bitch on my dick
Tryna buss it for me (Tryna buss it for me)
What you got yo hand out for
You cant get nothing from me
Im just
white, Madonna white, hit me you tryna find the white
These key sales could get me shells like Obama wife
So I hold the llama tight, send you to Satan
business people
People get on the phone with
Me and talk to me
Like "What kind of business can he do though?
What type of businnes are you
Doing? What's
be feeling myself
I was on dick by myself, Ain't ask nobody for help
Really was broke by myself, Nobody know how I felt
Now I win everyday learned how
up in the car
She can't know where i live
This lil hoe might just try slime me Out
And send them pussies by my crib
Certified i'm strapped with chops
you don't like (shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
If it's some shit he didn't write
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
on your bitch (yea)
If you wanna take this dick (what?)
Then he's gon' take this dick (yea)
Yeah my dick stink like shit (yea)
Yeah my dick like shit yeah
positions and have some fun
Grab the handcuffs
We gon tie you to the bed
And start off by me giving you some head
You like it nasty
All sloppy right
With
F/ Swoop G You remind me of somebody Chorus: I used to know, I used to know Snoop ***talkin w/ chorus*** Ya'll ain't even gonna believe this shit man
on the board
Is you motherfuckers hearin'? (hearin)
They send us off to war
Kill our kids and got paid to America
Open yo' eyes
(for real) these niggas played
Ay Know I'm the topic bitches on my dick
I got the ___ in the cockpit (Boaw)
Run up on me crazy I'll launch it, rocket
I'm on the girl yea I chomp
through thangs
Will you stand by me, Will you stand by me
Will you ride for me? Will you ride for me
Will you ride, for me? For me baby, for me baby
Will
dick like a dryer
Come here baby daddy 'cause that booty is fire
If I said I'm straight, then that would make me a liar
And my booty's bigger than
to the money you not ahead of me
Plug say he got pounds and he gonna send to me
Front em' all out then you paying rent to me
Say you my family and you are not
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