ya now fela's don't play ya self Like a trick 'cause ya's here to tell you That a bitch ain't shit Chorus: Now these is for the hoes I can't trust
's time to make a change Gotta make that move There's a time and place for everythin' Don't worry about your circumstances Take your chances, still from the L
roll this blunt for you [L-Burna] Nigga, this my life And I'm livin' the high life And I love to smoke And it really don't be right If my weed ain't
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot Where ther's a drum there's a beat And where there's guns there's the streets This option allows
around the aftermath and the soldier got tough He tried to grab the woman's hand Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand" She said, "That ain't enough"
cool, cool, cool, cool rider. I want a coooooool rider, A cool, cool, cool, cool rider. I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R. I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R. (Repeat
Ernie is at the typewriter, pecking away. Suddenly-- Ernie: "It's done! It's done! Hey Bert--it's done!" Bert: "What? What's done?" Ernie: "My story
The Oak [M/L: Jevo] ThereA's a place in the wood Where The Oak has been there through the ages On its bark magic runes Written by the old wizards and
So, don't act funny, Style let's blaze on back Come fix Divine's Style, connect summer child I know he's popped it, I got the means to protect It's
roof open, so I can feel the wind blow I don't give a damn if it cracks my back window C to the O to the O to the L to the I to the N To the F to the
It's goin' down, and they can't really see Southside representin' and this is Lil' to Keke First three, who it be, L-i-l K-e That's me, I'm a g, from
I feel the blow like cold wind There's a blizzard in my city, yeah the h snowed in [Chorus: Trey Songz] Anything I want I can buy it That's why I always
', your whole click despise Especially me, H A V O C, don't want your chick 'Cuz she's burning third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got No ties
that one Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it's italics I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend
'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O. slam cats
s flamin, charcoal broiled rap Damian's Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball sweat hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards in the making, next album Blood On Chef's
man. Let's get in the squad and shoot over there real fast." "Yo, man, don't shit surprise me at this point, dog. These bitches ain't shit, man." "
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