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And I made it and I napalm. Last night kissed Va$htie. Shout my nigga fat trel, shout my nigga joseph. And both my parents was black. See them showing they teeth, that's just them flapping they gums.
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And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses. Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands joint. You ever seen Casino? Got neck from all these thots I sex. You see, I be still a god but a goofy. With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino. I'm good like books in churches. Still a chain smoking. No Jordan and we toe-tagging. Trip 'shrooms and lucy.
Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard. But y'all still love me ugh. As long as I can sang with you like. Replay the replays, Green Bay, the Packers. Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote. But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white. What's better than yelling is hollering love. Interlude- That's Love. Rapper song, singer - suspended, subpoena. House safari, mi casa, yes.
I told ya, I know you need it now, so next week I promise you I'll have you hooked up, ok? If you ever actually hit me, better watch out for my brother. I ain't really been weak since pops smashed. Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a f*cking parking spot. You just might be the lick. Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over. Been paid, 10day been they fafsa.
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Flyer on the wall I'm brighter. I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always. Niggas please be focused, that 'Bino, you know this. In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole. Truth be told he juiced me. Lies, Levis on fire. As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y. I forget to park my whip. Nice to see you Father New Year.
But gravity had me up in a submission hold. Shooting death with weighted dice. Mom still thinks I should go back to school. Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch? I got hoes calling ringtone lyrics.html. Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie. Hit me back when that mean shit. Rappin' trappin' trippin' 'cid. Why you think they don't talk about it? This your favorite f*cking album and ain't even f*cking done.
I slurped too many pain-kills, down I'm off a lot. High, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit, shit-faced. Introduced me to the lucy leaf. Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy. Better bet I'd take that deal, gotta watch out for my mother.
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Killin' in the hood like Trayvon. Who smokin' in my car? I ain't even really need that shop class. Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing. 'Cause you were like: "this ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it? I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam. He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6.
But they saw it fit that I talk right. Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked. I miss my cocoa butter kisses. And then act humble. Hunnid proof get "fountain-of-youth"ed nigga. Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour saudi.
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the higgs boson. Nanana hey hey,, good intro, Remember jacket shoppin' after listening to Thriller, Remember the first time we heard this dude and thought damn that's that nigga,
B. G., motherFUCKERS. Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the law. Keep your hands high (what). Bringin it live to you bitch ass niggaz. And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it. That I can touch and tease you. Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn. It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin to do. Have you been with two hoes that wasn't strictly dickly? Nine-fo' (keep bangin).
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Our father.. uh-huh.. What you expected from his next of kin. More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag. To give you what you need) Huh? With long hair, and they ass be right. Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore. I'm out like, "The Vapors". Violate me, he get beat to death. Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it! Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine. Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop. I got sacks for sale in the land of Hell, My enemies don't even get a chance to yell. Cee] B. G. [Big] Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house!
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Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain. Do you sleep with your wife or with a nine milli? Ain't get sick to my stomach about that body, I ain't nauseous. Balling, I won't do this often. Everything Around Me, two glock nines. To give you what you need... 9 to 5... 16.
Met on the second, wet on the third; then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong. Loved me when you came to Rikers. Forty into eighty, everything is gravy. I wanna make em all mine (get down hoe). I get to the gate and my niggas gon' find out the code. I hope my adversaries is listening. Bitch fuck a first date. And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole! Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer. Hope You Niggas Sleep. Ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti. I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh. I got fire in my heart, guns in my car.