looking for a real job Nothing seems to suit me no Guess i?ll keep doing what I did before Walking down the stairs Anonymous detached On the corner I turn, I turn left
real job Nothing seems to suit me, no Guess I?ll keep doing what I did before Walking down the stairs Anonymous, detached On the corner I turn I turn, I turn left
for a real job Nothing seems to suit me no Guess i?ll keep doing what I did before Walking down the stairs Anonymous detached On the corner I turn, I turn left
eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat
among us Lick a tipper drink, drink, drunk, drunk, and drunkest But you quest tore your floorboards and the carpet turned marbles Naw the carpet turned
to keep my head above red tide despair My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly So every second the discontent's locked accordingly Let's turn
pull me out of my little day dream. I was sailing backwards through the wind in my head when I saw the lights turn on and you were dragging me out again in my little
do now, sausage When I strap you to the chair and fuck your bitch with my ostrich- Size dick, bitch gets hypnotized quick Then I flip her little ass
in the middle of the night, Stuck in first and I wonder if I should stay The right is history and to my left the choice is right But this seems a little
want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish It might turn you into a media puppet, NIGGA LOVER!!!
die if you try me (Philly Stand up) Why nigga you would die if you try me Talk greasy to me I'll do you greasy for free (C'mon) [Drag-On:] Nigga talk
be coastin' 5 seconds fatality lies the record Down left left punch Scoopin' y'all nigga like jacks up in the bunch Turn into a dragon bite your bodies
I have to admit girl, your lovin was def But it tore me apart when you left But now I realize I'm the one to blame I took a thing like love and turned
pretty freckled thighs. the trophy wife grabbed my hand saw depression in my eyes. But now the dreams over, time for work, I'll hit the shower, drag
dummy-dummy-dum) Little Miss Muffett on a squat by me, yeah Took a turn around, I said: Can y'all see now? The little strings on the Giant Spider? The
turn chicken Scared to death because my bassline's kickin Jump off and grab the mic - I dare you Then I'ma open you up and then wear ya Drag you all
we can blast a rhyme Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine Every time you turn around niggas know that I be right there East turned to West