Dirty Harriet
Rah Digga lyrics
Rah Digga lyrics
"Showdown Lyrics"
All Apologies Lyrics
What else should I be? All Apologies What else should I say? Everyone is gay What else could I write? I don't have the right What else should I be? All apologies In the sun In th
What else should I be? All Apologies What else should I say? Everyone is gay What else could I write? I don't have the right What else should I be? All apologies In the sun In th
[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop
Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza
Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneeze
Stand In The Fire Lyrics
(Warren Zevon) All you guitar players Scalding hot And Zeke's going at it Givin' it everything he's got 'Cause anything goes Whatever it takes I might pitch a fit But I won't put on my
r(Warren Zevon) All you guitar players Scalding hot And Zeke's going at it Givin' it everything he's got 'Cause anything goes Whatever it takes I might pitch a fit But I won't put on my
Scrooge, still look good without ruge
My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit
Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
Money, money, money, how we blaze
Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude
Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube
HOOK:
In the showdown, how it go down
Get the flow down, watch it go down
How it go down, in the showdown
Gust of wind on my face as I strut Dust in throat mile by mile Everlasting wanderer Doomed to the eternal exile Running blindly to the goal
/> Gettin closed down, watch em go down
In the showdown, how it go down
Put your dough down, watch it go down
[Verse 2]
I'm representin bitches 'round the way
We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay
I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs
With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins
I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end
House on the hill with my publishin deal
Shows pay the bills, m
I Don't Have to Wonder Anymore Lyrics
Drove to the church In my suit and tie But I just couldn't bring myself To go inside So I sat alone In my truck across the street Watched that chauffeur smokin' cigarettes By that
ake it all connectDrove to the church In my suit and tie But I just couldn't bring myself To go inside So I sat alone In my truck across the street Watched that chauffeur smokin' cigarettes By that
And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check
Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex
After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex
Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death
And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X
Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now
Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown
Tell me now cuz that's how I ball
'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul
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