Текст песни AGGIN LAER - Mr MFN eXquire feat. Goldie Glo
Fly
diatribe,
bloodline
of
the
twelfth
kind
Look
inside
his
mind
Let's
see
what
we'll
find
A
bit
of
vindictive,
nigga
hellbent
with
Visions
of
his
competition
kissing
at
his
Timbalands
Roman
numeral
for
ten
A
live
nigga,
put
this
million
dollar
dick
in
twenty
thousand
dollar
bitches
Shorty
work
at
Target,
but
I
don't
need
no
bargain
She
got
a
fat
ass,
I'm
fucking
Pardon
if
my
lifestyle
happens
to
offend
you
But
these
are
the
day
to
day
things
that
we
live
through
Real
nigga
skullies,
real
nigga
hoodies
I'm
a
real
nigga,
you
can
sense
it
in
me
Eight
months
ago,
I
was
working
in
the
parking
lot
Guarding
a
bunch
of
cars,
I
thought
I'd
never
drive
Coal
turned
into
a
diamond
in
the
projects
A
nigga
scheming
on
some
money
I
ain't
got
yet
Fuck
money,
bitches
too,
all
I
need
is
my
niggas,
that'll
do
(Peel
off
motherfucker)
They
say
I'm
up
next
I
can
tell
by
the
press
But
I
can't
tell
be
these
checks
Trying
to
separate
my
from
distress
Trying
to
navigate
my
way
out
of
duress
You
can
be
Shawn
Michaels
or
Marty
Jannetty
If
you
ain't
watch
wrestling,
you
didn't
get
that
I
kick
back
with
Watching
season
1 of
The
Wire,
getting
dick
wet
Caveman
stroke,
she
can
feel
it
where
her
ribs
at
Rubbing
on
a
nigga
tummy
like
he
had
a
six
pack
I
dig
that
Nigga
live
with
that
You
missed
that
thinking
it's
just
rap
I
could
go
on,
but
nigga
fuck
that
Shout
a
ho,
Goldie
Glo,
a
pimp
'till
I
die
She
didn't
see
me
coming
'till
I
put
my
dick
on
her
eye
Tell
her
wobbity-wobbity
Make
her
swallow
it,
swallow
it
Swinging
round
like
a
joystick
Slurp
it
up,
but
don't
gobble
it
From
the
motherfucking
bottom
with
a
dollar
and
a
holla
Those
shits
so
dumb,
I
had
to
go
and
pop
my
collar
A
player
from
the
projects,
all
about
the
profits
Blow
that
shit
like
I
don't
know
that
shit,
all
we
do
is
progress
I
woke
up
this
morning
with
two
bitches
in
my
bed,
two
guns
under
pillow,
turkey
bacon,
and
eggs
Do
this
shit
and
I'm
true
to
this,
pretty
hoes
I'm
choosing
this
Every
time
I
come
around,
I'm
floating
around
that
coup
shit
Fresh
out
the
barber,
looking
like
a
father
Cazal
frames
on
my
face,
it
cost
more
than
your
Prada
Touch
mine
and
I'll
cross
your
face
with
a
box-cutter
I'm
old
school
Come
and
fuck
with
these
young
players,
stay
away
from
those
old
fools
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