Oliver antonio chapman IV

VERSE 1:

if i aint grown yet
im finna be
jus gimme a few months
on 2 slash one three
i group slap tha G's
who smacked tha peeps
i dnt usually brag
but nigah it was me
ima capitol T
stands for tycoon
i call my bitch geofrey
an hand her thy broom
i slander thy groom
tha nigahz incorrect
he got payless shoes
ended my respect
surrender ya best rep
he doesnt stand a chance
he culdnt walk yet fit
in my pair of pants
do i glare or glance
nigah i be peerin
strait eye sores
why tha fuck they up in here an
i always make appearnce
im coon tha magician
watch my clip empty
an its nigahz disappearin
they bitchez goin missin
i slap em on tha hand
they hella owta pocket
like a fish walkin on land.

HOOK:(none)

VERSE 2:

call me old western
im pushin in my wagon
call me a hetero
my pants is actually saggin
my mom wuld call em faggin
bt they probly wuldnt here it
they probley on tha under
tryna stick steer it
i usually fifth gear it
i gotta love tha shift kit
u see me at tha gathering
im only thinkin which bitch
im diggin tha thick lips
an one thats a red bone
tha other is big hips
which one is to my home
quit callin ta my phone
i wont connect tha line
u owta hand beezies
i will disconnect ya spine
let me situate ya mind
like i am a backwood
they call me orgasm
"damn girl is he that good"
an my clad look
tha style is enticing
gift to gab nigah
my works are suprising
my cum squirt a eye in
an tha cock is amazin
i black a broad owt
like a sketch with a shade in.

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What U Got 4 Me

Sunday, April 11, 2010 8:44:44 PM

BY:OLIVER (OF COURSE)

TITLE:

WHAT YA GOT 4 ME:

Im in a bitch purse, like some gum and a lighter,

ima scandlous nigah, you knw im finna slight her,

in tha pen wouldnt write her, bt dat dnt end hope,

ill cal her baby girl, when she stuff tha envelope,

hit vegas then elope, let her knw she a raw bitch,

feedin me lobsters shrimps, crab an crawfish,

you mad at yall bitch, kuz she dnt bring yin ,

toss her over here, ima teach her make cents,

she needs to pay rent, come owt tha life savings,

take a pimp to tha mall, i got nike cravings,

if you like amazin, you barkin up tha rite tree,

am i runnin owta magic, barely an slightly,

baby gone like me, im killin in tha sheets,

I got hoes for sale, so im dealin in tha streets,

an you no feelin it like me, ima hoe taste tester,

find another like i, not ever in ths whole space vector

HOOK:

im comin through lil boo, itz abowt ta get worse

wat u got for me , im tryna get in ya purse

ya need protection in ya life,like ya bowta get hurt

im tryna be ya PIMPTIONARY, come an learn tha words

ask me wat im worth, u geta frown an a verb

cool back hand,got ya startin ta slur

an while ya vision iz blurred, ya friend wana pop at me

wen all i wana knw, iz wat ya got 4 me.

VERSE 2:

My character consists, of thizz an hyphy,

never needs a critic, u culd favor or despise me,

tell her bring her high beams, i need a bitch cheesin,

tasty lyka lamb chop, an baked wit extra seasons,

she so not pleasin, a disgrace she ragedy,

posted in my grill, lyk bitch quit naggin me,

like pants she saggin me, hella bringin me down,

trick im tryna mingle, quit comin around,

her hips huggin da groun,kuz i nockd her on her ass

i keep her under pressure, lyk she walkin on glass,

if she talkin all fast, ima put her on pause,

grab her by tha hair, an leav my skeet in her draws,

i leav my beat in ya thawts, ya like he do it properly,

5 double Oh an SS, datz wat i got ta swing,

what ya got for me, bitch pleaz i dnt beg,

i leav hoes prosthetic, im worth a arm an a leg.

HOOK:

im comin through lil boo, itz abowt ta get worse

wat u got for me , im tryna get in ya purse

ya need protection in ya life,like ya bowta get hurt

im tryna be ya PIMPTIONARY, come an learn tha words

ask me wat im worth, u geta frown an a verb

cool back hand,got ya startin ta slur

an while ya vision iz blurred, ya friend wana pop at me

wen all i wana knw, iz wat ya got 4 me.[/SIZE][/FONT][/B]