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Predictions 2009
This is for my internet bloggers, independent artists Bitches pulling scams off credit card charges Yeah, '11 is dead, let me share a couple visions that I got in my head I welcome you to 2012, when the Mayans once said it's the end of the world So we gonna do it up and live it like our last night So wasted, I can't remember my last night All I see is the future in front of me Nothing like all these visionary wannabees I'm a fortune teller man I know shit Another rapper, open off my own bitch New year, I'm a wizard again Fuck that, I see Obama winning again Yeah, Chris Brown and Rihanna getting back togther Yo Mainom, for real? Nobody gives a fuck about all that other shit, nigga Wassup with you? Predict some shit abotu you, nigga I wanna hear about you, I don't give a fuck about no basketball wives I don't give a fuck about none of these bitches on television, and crime and fighting every fucking 5 minutes Wassup with you nigga?
All I see is skiny bitches going skiny dipping in my swimming pool, barshit Park the Lamborghini in my living room Flossing, got a diamond as big as a table spoon Cartridge, ak 47 and I've been a goon Mirror, mirror while I'm staring at the wall Will I live to be the greatest, or die an underdog? Will I, will I make it to the frog? Will these niggas ever wake and stop sleeping on your door All I see is my funeral me dying as a general
Hopping out that casket screaming you can't kill the truth Yeah I'm bulletproof baby it's so incredible 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Tweezing off, holding my balance just like a killer do All I see is visions and kitchens and all, Day friends yelling like nigga you gotta ball at night So now I'm in that place waving bottles out Strippers dancing on me got me throwing dollars out So drunk so high that I'm on a cloud Can't see the sky, can't find the ground Yeah I'm coming but these fagots trying to hide the crown I'm turned up, need a shot just to calm me down I spend days and I bathe up in crack houses Blue bread took bread and I stack thousands No love with the war with different drug lords Got friends doing time over drug lords On the road we gonna roll to the end of it Stand up and crack a smile at my sentences Now tell me why these pussy niggas trembling Cause these rappers in this game all gelatin All I see is riches in my crystal wall Should I let them in or should I kill them all? Should I cop the new Benz with the soft top So I can stand up on the, and yell fuck cops Should I keep fucking hoes or should I get a wife? Should I find a strip club or should I find Christ? Fell a sleep behind the wheel of a, Woke up in a tellie next to, This is my prediction for '12, I'ma make a sex tape and show girls Niggas only hate what they fear boy They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy.
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