on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast
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my d-ck Ooops, I said on my d-ck I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my d-ck All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
the pot jus like a lobster Off white substance side n it aint pasta d-n right he know what he doin look at his posture Man we jus happy we back n--a
taylor'd [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you know what it is everything I do, I do it big yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin when I pulled off the lot, that's
hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack That's prolly
to the moon, I can get a better view If it takes two, then it's me + you 'cause you're so 3D, lemme get a preview All my 3D girls, puttcha hands in the
of your love Darlin' ain't no feelin' left, it's just the killin' Oh! Just grab my gun and let's go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no
baby Skateboard P make your face fall off Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok) n-ggas come through and make your face fall off n-gga
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 3: You wanna
not a human being [Verse 2] Uhh, rockstar baby now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich n-gga lookin at the cops all crazy its the mob sh-t n-gga
, d-d-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, daddy go hard Shorty get it in, d-d-daddy go hard Shorty get it in but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, d-d-daddy
and put that boy brains on the table Pick 'em up, and let 'em lay Where I'm from we see a *****n' dead body every day That's, uptown, throw a stack
little like this I said no more sailors And no more soldiers With your name in a heart Tattooed up n the shoulders Your kiss is like whiskey It get's
Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's Spend a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina Never that still got more for Tamara Pusha's
pudd'n (Verse 2) Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't that a fact Pull out your spoon And let's begin the mixing Always
