They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on Look at your over there with your seatbeltĪ.K.A the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista' I'm up in the minute because of what I invent I kick so fuckin' hard they say, 'You Japanese' You probably 2:30 but you see me onĮither 106 and Park, Queen Latifah, Chris rock, or Jenny Jones The soul train award winner, call me black elvis Presly I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of 2:21Įver the vesent 2:24 come get me This year I'm screamin' jive records big truck goddamn it Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin' I give it to him and this bitch can't handle I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song Man I'm the only mother-fuckin' black prince of the southĭon't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, 'cause you know I make him feel great It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans 'Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin'įar away the stars, never thought we would get this farīut bitch I told, do what you're spoused to I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin'

Peanut-butter leather seat, with big truck on it Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach

I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick Met 'em through a barbeque, cracker through yo' thang, thang Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do

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