Actions speak louder than words.
Diary Of a Pretty Boy Vol.3 6/27/10
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Lyrics:
I'm tired of these mothafuckin' haters, on the internet
That just show me, to you niggas I been a threat
Nigga I don't even think I fucking knew your name
I'm getting money hoe, you should try to do the same
Real talk, no I talk real
I hope ya came strapped, cuz I brought steel
I stole Weezy flow? I bite Drake right?
I'm going at these niggas faces like snake bites
Stop hating, it shows ya have no balls
Flow deeper than a pierce, no Paul
All these white hoes saying, oh your so raw
But I'm a nightmare, hope you got your door locked
I love hate alot, but love more
I aint gotta lie, I'm not a thug boy
But I fuck bitches, and spit real raps
My lyrics touch a nigga, hey did you feel that?
Dreezy write better, switch your flow up
I'm good bro, I'm sick, just had to throw up
And to you internet G's, please grow up
We know the real reason you mad, you got no bucks
But off that subject, I go in like 4 dicks
And yall niggas trash, spitting ass, no shit
I'm on this Power beat, you cannot tower me
Everybody know Dreezy sick, no allergies
I don't beef, I'm not cow-ardly
If I see you, it's like that, no apologies
I know that aint rhyme, but I still shine
They say they sick of me, but me? Shit, I feel fine
And I'm a pretty bitch, hoes on my fucking dick
Yeah I said it, now how many hoes do you fucking get?
My chain bright, might wanna turn the lights off
These guys straight pussy, Midol
Y'all dogs? I bite, fuck that barking shit
I know ya breath stank ass, from that talking shit
The way I rap, everyday should be a holiday
It's already my birthday, and I'm outta cake
I'm in my zone, smart move, move out my way
Making 3 times what Jay make, my salary
Everyday my flow great, how I sound today?
Weapons like Bin Laden, bitch I blow ya whole town away
Diary Of a Pretty Boy Vol.3 6/27/10
Hulkshare.com power.mp3
Lyrics:
I'm tired of these mothafuckin' haters, on the internet
That just show me, to you niggas I been a threat
Nigga I don't even think I fucking knew your name
I'm getting money hoe, you should try to do the same
Real talk, no I talk real
I hope ya came strapped, cuz I brought steel
I stole Weezy flow? I bite Drake right?
I'm going at these niggas faces like snake bites
Stop hating, it shows ya have no balls
Flow deeper than a pierce, no Paul
All these white hoes saying, oh your so raw
But I'm a nightmare, hope you got your door locked
I love hate alot, but love more
I aint gotta lie, I'm not a thug boy
But I fuck bitches, and spit real raps
My lyrics touch a nigga, hey did you feel that?
Dreezy write better, switch your flow up
I'm good bro, I'm sick, just had to throw up
And to you internet G's, please grow up
We know the real reason you mad, you got no bucks
But off that subject, I go in like 4 dicks
And yall niggas trash, spitting ass, no shit
I'm on this Power beat, you cannot tower me
Everybody know Dreezy sick, no allergies
I don't beef, I'm not cow-ardly
If I see you, it's like that, no apologies
I know that aint rhyme, but I still shine
They say they sick of me, but me? Shit, I feel fine
And I'm a pretty bitch, hoes on my fucking dick
Yeah I said it, now how many hoes do you fucking get?
My chain bright, might wanna turn the lights off
These guys straight pussy, Midol
Y'all dogs? I bite, fuck that barking shit
I know ya breath stank ass, from that talking shit
The way I rap, everyday should be a holiday
It's already my birthday, and I'm outta cake
I'm in my zone, smart move, move out my way
Making 3 times what Jay make, my salary
Everyday my flow great, how I sound today?
Weapons like Bin Laden, bitch I blow ya whole town away
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