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Greetings, in the name of the king of kings and lords of lords, in the conquering Lion Tribe of Judah Haile Selassie the First, Jah Rastafari Haile Major, you know? When Lion done said the ting, you know, [?] a welcome, to your roots, you know? Selassie the First Greet-greet-greetings in the n— Greeting-Greeting— Tribe of Judah Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Inside) damn (Inside, inside you) Damn, hey (Inside, inside you) Hey (Inside, inside you) Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Inside, inside you) I'm inside, yeah, this bitch wanna link me (Wanna link me) Make her twist like her hair real kinky Smokin' hay, all my friends are stinky (Stinky) Pockets fat, like, baby, did she want my twinky? (Twinky) I was in a hotel, London Tipton (Tipton) Focused, like I want the pie, what's the difference? (Difference) Still start up in the clouds, like The Simpsons (Simpsons) Got this bitch on her knees, like a Christian (Christian) (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Ayy (Inside, inside of you) White folks racist, ready, set, go (Set, go) I need air, fold her like a pretzel (Pretzel) Hold her hand, she don't wanna let this go (Let this go) Stitches by her heart, this bitch just got no soul (Got no soul) Letras de cancionesCould've took her home, but she just don't deserve it (Don't deserve it) I been swimmin' in that pussy, like a serpent (Like a serpent) And her smile look like a sea urchin (Sea urchin) Money talk, it can cause a disturbance (A disturbance) It was love at first sight, she been searchin' (Been searchin') I done broke a heart twice, it's still hurtin' (Still hurtin') Yeah, I'm still in the game like I'm Derwin (Like I'm Derwin) All the bitches wanna hang like a curtain (Like a curtain) Said, "I can't trust a bitch on purpose" (On purpose; no) Tell that bitch, use your brain, she's determined (She determined) I been tryna change my ways, it ain't workin' (It ain't workin') Pussy pink, yeah, I call that bitch Kirby (Bitch Kirby) Oh, oh Oh, yeah (Inside) Oh, yeah, oh (Inside, inside you) Oh, oh, yeah (Inside, inside of you) Oh, yeah, man (Inside, inside of you) Miss my uncle, wish that nigga was alive (Yeah, damn) When I was broke, I was thinkin' suicide (Damn, yeah) Peanut butter jelly, want a nigga fried Damn, yeah, yeah (Damn, yeah) Yeah, yeah They don't know, what I've been through (Yeah) She wanna know what I'm into (Yeah) Damn (Yeah) Oh, oh (Yeah) Black truck, not a rental On that beat, like an instrumental (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, what's up? Yeah, what's up? What's up with you? Yeah, what's up? What's up with you? Yeah, what's up? What's up with you? Yeah, damn Yeah, what's up? What's up with you? Yeah, what's up? What's up with you? You? You? (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Damn (Yeah) Damn It all look better on my phone anyway My bitch look better than this ho in my face The Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day We should feel better, then we goin' on a date I told her, "Let's get together," then we go our separate ways The Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day This shit the world, like the snow globe (Huh? Hey) I got two bitches, they on all fours (Hey) Had to get in line, like a Barcode Two bad hoes, messages just like Ronaldo Bitch foreign, she from Brooklyn, like Fabio Nordstrom and Carrol Street, that's a line, Rest In Peace Told my old bitch, "Girl, you're dead to me" (Huh?) Let me eat your pussy, like a recipe It all look better on my phone anyway My bitch look better than this ho in my face The Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day We should feel better, then we goin' on a date I told her, "Let's get together," then we go our separate ways The Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day Baby ass fat, call her Peach Cobbler (Huh?) Bitch play with the balls like a Globetrotter (Huh?) Make her spin on me, 'til she feel nauseous (Huh?) Gotta keep it player, I just can't pause it Put my family on my back, like a tattoo I got Soss in my blood look like Ragu And she know I'm from the mud, hold on, do me dirty (Huh) Niggas did me filthy, feeling like they cursed me (Ayy) It all look better on my phone anyway My bitch look better than this ho in my face The Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day We should feel better, then we goin' on a date I told her, "Let's get together," then we go our separate ways The Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day From Letras Mania