Lyrics:
by side through this hard time
I won't ever find the words to thank you, you're like family
cnd now I see who my real friends be
So imma remove
actually
Now we're gonna miss the good part but
Oh
You're doing that thing
"I love you"
Fuck, I did it again
Fifth base
Sex is getting boring and I start
get the camera!"
This is gonna be fucking great!"
Yeah, I love living in New York, man and people who live in New York
We wear that fact like a badge
Love is my choice of drug so you can put five
On it no sparking I mean I'm starting to get far in
He's the light in the night when you're stuck in
free
Chorus
Jerk it off, jerk it off, ba-by! ["I'm gonna cum!"] (3x)
["I'm gonna cum!"]
Verse 2:
For the skeet you are a fiend
Don't you stop this
Hello pretty girl whats up I was hoping we could link up
So many girls in the room but you're the baddest I want you
And I see the way you're moving
A dream that's clouded by
A storm that never ceases pouring
You're always playing games
While I just take the blame
I wish you well but no I'm never gonna
be patient
I mean this thing we got is so rare
Most don't even know where
We at, will never go there, ugh
Fell in love with you, but girl I'm still in
cups, this codeine not cognac
Come close, catch a contact
I got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Got your girl in my condo poppin and
Ain't no way you're
now!
Puba I love you so
Never never never gonna let you go
Once, I, get my hands on you
Puba I love you so
Never never never gonna let you go
I
or sometimes the flip
(Never gonna flip this record)
Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree
And the Luuden to my do-re-mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug 3
(Plug
or sometimes the flip
(Never gonna flip this record)
Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree
And the Luuden to my do-re-mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug 3
(Plug
love the good things you do
cnd I pray for myself
cin't worried about nobody else oh no
Doing my thing, that's the main thing
Oh baby living this good
the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina
When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm
Chorus
But tonight girl I'm gonna make it up to you,
Yeah alright girl we can start this over new
Verse 2
It started with a quick date you were in a rush,
can do
With a fathers love
And he will change the world
Thirty three years later
When the son was in his grave
Broken and abandoned by a world he
line-up with the three little pigs?
Cash Cow--Master of Disguises
Who's gonna change shape at will?
Who's the eye in the pyramid on the back
don't apply none of them to your life
You're looking at a man who has made the simple application of three or four scriptures
And maxed them out to get
got what you're lookin' for
For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas (don't wanna be, don't wanna be)
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not
Sitting waiting by the phone for reassurance
He tells you everything you wanna hear but does he show it
The love you're after
This ain't gonna come
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
shouldn't be whinin', but abidin' by the law
Now it's obvious that you're lyin'
With so much drama in the industry
Hip hop police are listenin'
Be
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin'
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
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