Lyrics:
be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless
It is fuck 'em and tell 'em if
I ain't gon' feed 'em
All this money I'm
Are we gonna have death by love
Or should we just give it up
Is your love too good enough
With your love running through my blood
Are we gonna have
by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with
the dark
Now that's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin' you right
You're lonely
to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
an artist you take on
What' s your take on me, can I stay on?
What' s your take on me? Am I good enough?
Been stabbed 21 times, am I hood enough?
I ain'
And if that ever happen, whoa, I ain't rapping no mo'
I'm good with a pina, daq and an O
Gagging and choke, like, ho put the dick back in your throat
sense
Actin' like he ain't even good enough to come off the bench (He ain't that bad)
Draymond Green called Kevin Durant a bitch
The NFL hated how Nike
good enough
Then we can make you bleed
(grebo)
You gotta
Give it all your lovin'
(ohh grebo)
Give it all your hate
(ohh grebo)
Give it everything
to the E to the M nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
Ride me, drive me crazy, like a marathon
Heard that you was feelin' the kid, you should put me on
It ain't nothin', need your lovin', yeah
Whoa,
homie) put your bezel up
(Ay) ain't nothin change
It's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need
more time
I'm the Q-U-E-E-N, L-A T-IF-A-H, yeah
(well, the name is Latifah)
(say what? say what?) one more time
Put a freeze on your jolly raps
I ain't
my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words, don't try to put your heart in a headcase
'Cause,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
up
Put something in your cup
Too much is not enough
Put your glasses up
Toast to the good life that we're livin
Up there's no one here but us
There's
Believe it cause I'm bumpin Eazy-E
And they just seen me on TV
Navigate through the streets dog
Keep it real to the beat that ain't no secret
Jump
at
But now I'm here they're probably plottin' how to take it back
But I ain't trippin' I got love for everybody
Life is short enough to trip and hit your
to the hip hop police
Nigga two guns up, I run up in ya label
Why your guns in the house
Like a couch potato
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
kings
It’s Jethro, ain’t no time to be sober
Get your drink and your smoke on, it’s over
People, gather ‘round to inhale the doja
Breathe it in deep,
You know relationships or whatever
You wanna call it i'm starting to think it
Ain't for everybody
You think your in love and
They play you for dumb
King of the South, but your music original
From a pharmacist, be back on medicinal
Lay down the law and I'm standing on principles
Consequences come
Where you at, where you been girl.
You know it's a quarter past 10 girl.
Judging by your stories you with friends girl.
cn I ain't trying to press
might trip
Yeah
I can see her callin' me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit
Yeah, J-E y'all
Don't make me make you lose your composure
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