d be back about eleven I'm gone creep her But don't go to sleep I got some more meat to feed ya [Turk] Now I'm hot I wonder was up with Kisha tonight
clear ear competition mere child's play When I'm formin up, can't be guarded now, sendin y'all to the Drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills I
s all right I just lay back, When I get out I'd love to see they faces when I peel out in my Maybach. Meanwhile I can't even tell I'm in jail, Cause I
I insist is that you fire that cunt. I want transportation to and from every show, I want complimentary tickets for everybody I know. I want my brother
about the remix, its an honor my nigga I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers
mock You could still close your eyes and toss a rock I bet you'd hit someone that'd love to cop your job That's what I thought Of course you don't stop
anything to slide between them sweet supple jugs Look here yeah bitch I'm talking to you I got my meat on granite so what ya wanna do I mean sure we
I got knocked, gon get knocked, de-knocked, re-knocked But I'ma knick-knock my motherfuckin self, I'm Suga Free, ha I, P-I, oh my, M-P, oh I, for life
went to take up his Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of Queens where I was raised
dick She open now Its shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought I got alot of gall Thats what the bitch haal While I'm leaving her sight
got real g's and lots of imposters I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rosters Y'all niggas ain't impress me yet Y'all yappin', not rappin', turn
You know we did it You be trickin' like daddy Oops i spilled the beans baby I be braggin' like this Have ya heard ? [repeat chorus] [d.j. paul] I seen
and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss Thoroughly infested with
me shit I'm tryna fuck celebrity chicks Yo rockin' a throwback seventy six, I got grand from eighty seven Ya bitch nigga always said I'd be rich The fans
and I'm high I don't want know how deep the fall is no I can't come down and every time I send my girl out of town I put some keys on that bitch, ima
