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Data di rilascio: 19.04.2018
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
All on My Dick |
Deja Vu brah |
Before I met her, I already knew her |
Slutty dame, sexy thang, a peruah |
A gymnast, loved to be flipped |
Somersault with a twist |
Could have won the gold at the Olympics |
Sprinkle manure, I’m on that pimp shit |
Never see my sweat |
My game like Clear Stick |
Yeah, I’m buff motherfucker but I ain’t Melle Mel |
Love makin’songs for the bitches, I guess I’m LL |
But no mic on the arm, just an 18 tatted on my python |
News flash, guess who L.A. got they eye on? |
Little niggas talk big shit after you hop off my dick, hop back into your Scion |
What’s the fuss about? |
Haters shut your mouth |
Deep down inside, admit it, you just wanna hang out |
Touch Dre’s muscles, ride Aftermath’s dick |
You faggots talk about me more than my ex-bitch |
Why you niggas all on me? |
Want me? |
Jealous fellas gossipin’like a bitch |
Maybe it’s cause you’re lonely |
And you want me |
No thank you, faggots stay off my dick |
Why you niggas all on me? |
You don’t don’t know me |
Fuck you niggas, y’all ain’t shit |
Momma always told me |
Don’t be |
A playa hatin’punk ass bitch |
They say Taje is vicious |
Stay gone off blunt and swishers |
All it takes is one listen |
To make your misses my mistress |
I read the mayo on bitches |
Y’all know I handle business |
Known to knock out any rapper/producer or DJ senseless |
Now bottoms up girl |
No not them bottles girl |
I love your face but that ass could be a model girl |
I’m greedy and grotesque |
Free Scorpio till death |
Never needed them jewels, my skin bright enough to shine it’s damn self |
When they gonna catch up to me? |
When they gonna catch up to P? |
Been a millennium ahead before we ever hooked up with the D.R.E. |
That’s why the money pilin' |
That’s why we be on islands |
Y’all niggas talk away, I’m Andre 5000 |
We don’t even need no toilets |
That’s what them rappers fo' |
We shit on them take they music, wipe and roll |
Then Mop &Glo |
The flow is cold, Antarctica, North Pole |
When I drop |
Timber, I’ll let you know |
Why you niggas all on me? |
Want me? |
Jealous fellas gossipin’like a bitch |
Maybe it’s cause you’re lonely |
And you want me |
No thank you, faggots stay off my dick |
Why you niggas all on me? |
You don’t don’t know me |
Fuck you niggas, y’all ain’t shit |
Momma always told me |
Don’t be |
A playa hatin’punk ass bitch |
You force yourself to rap |
And long to hold to the mic |
You niggas look like you carry Kotex and baby wipes |
So put my nuts down |
I’m sure they gettin’heavy |
A few songs and now I’m charged like an Eveready |
Cliché, DJ Swine |
And said I’m no good |
And overlook my view like the hills in Hollywood |
And niggas wish they was hard, maybe part of The Order |
Until your Rover gets filled with holes the size of quarters |
I’m no killer just a |
Lost nigga for my |
Safety, I’ll skin ya alive like a chinchilla |
I’ve been cold, you ain’t nothin' |
I live through the winter |
I am what you ain’t, I’m such a fuckin’nigga |
Serious, I’m beyond the mix |
And quick to get pumped up and start some shit |
Inch by inch I fill the room |
There’s no more room on my dick so leave me alone |
Why you niggas all on me? |
Want me? |
Jealous fellas gossipin’like a bitch |
Maybe it’s cause you’re lonely |
And you want me |
No thank you, faggots stay off my dick |
Why you niggas all on me? |
You don’t don’t know me |
Fuck you niggas, y’all ain’t shit |
Momma always told me |
Don’t be |
A playa hatin’punk ass bitch |