her his eyes were filled with desire, He said "I must have her, she must be mine, She will be mine..." He offered her silver, he offered her gold, but
yet. People give me damages Of sign of respect for me. Doin' my damn thing Without breaking a sweat. Look at me now, I'm doing it, That's word on my
game then it was back to the house Bent her over then I hit it from the back on the couch Banged out for two hours then she slipped me her digits Called
Actual words And I rap from the curb To my pad in the burbs. I'm a bull moving up from the back of the herd. I'm a beast. (That's fer sher) Kill a beat
And then the magistrate Reclaimed our small estate And my poor mother lost her mind Then, one day in spring My dear sweet mother died But, before she did I took her
than [? ] shit, That's word to toronto, So high up I got birds in the condo, Ain't that a female dog, Ask her who I am to her, And she yell god, Weezy
hat 2 the wizle, I'm so official all I need is a whistle. Bitch named krystal let her suck my pistol, she opened up her mouth and den I blow her brains
pacing She never felt so alive Her thoughts are racing Set on overdrive It takes a village This she knows is true They're expecting her And she's got
pin That lets her hair fall down She shakes her head and It goes tumbling Her smile was out of place So she swept it off her face Let me find the words
: What is your destiny? the policewoman said (20% amnesia) The word that she wanted was destination I'm afraid (20% amnesia) This is your future boy,
Is he thinks of the time when his ghost It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly - - "Oh sure, it'll kill her alive" So moving, these last words he spoke
relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party Vision is blurring, waa hooo I can't see shit My words
I'll pee on Rhianna, see man I do what I wanna Spray perfume in her sauna room, Krazy Gluing Madonna To the Lay-Z-Boy sofa, fold her in two, then sit on her
t go anywhere without my pistol pistol (Gun shot (screams in background)) Second rounds on me Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill'in, Murda Oh shit run Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill
m on the reshin (?) and I'm flexin' and it's over, You on that doja, G.I. Joe shit but you ain't a soldier, Chop her, afford her, you not Cobra, commader
be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself
I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some {*silent*} who didn't want him
don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother