| About myself |
Music: hip hop r&bTV: eastenders corrie emerdaleInterests: Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "#censored# the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these niggas know I lay them down, make their bed Bitches try to kick me while I'm down: I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on the triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes Be good or be good at it Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "#censored# what they say" I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away Man, I come down in a couple of days OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down No love lost, no love foundMovies: all the saw movies heat 2012 die hard all hot fuzzBestFeatures: I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon' know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!
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