no one here gives a shit about what you have to say don?t think you?re funny because no one?s amused get lost you fucking loser and get a fucking clue! GET LOST
salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers
having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking, sure, I know
ever won And honestly I ended up with none There's no much nonsense, it's on my conscience I'm thinking baby, I should get it out And I don't wanna
I write rhymes, I write checks (Ahh) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't
ain't true like us If they only knew like us It's less than a small few like us And they ain't pay dues like us Never on P's and Q's like us They don
a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and
and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girl who'd comin' out of BWI I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga
if I write rhymes, I write checks (Ah) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don'
captain Blinked at me then I threw on my thinking cap Taker, and then we can slide to Jamaica Shopping for a year or two stop in Diega It's obvious
had ever won And honestly I ended up with none There's no much nonsense It's on my conscience I'm thinking baby I should get it out And I don't wanna
With no direction, just trying to get some Trying to chase skirts, living in the summer sun And so I lost more than I had ever won And honestly, I ended
you get up and start to clap For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate style More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file '79 the time I was inclined To get smooth and
and gone Dead and gone And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long Just tryin' to find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead
s dead I had to say I'm sorry more than once Forgot lunch with my friends Missed a stop sign, my starbucks line I only got pennies and I need a dime I say my ex and
