got a gun too, put a nigga down make sure he don't come to [Hook: Onyx] We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n We Wili'n Wili'n (Whili'n) We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n, We Wili'n Wili'n [Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz] When my slugs is hot like 21 shots, strike your heart to make your blood drop, fuck the cops fuck freezing stop, cock the Glock and squeeze my Glock, these streets is locked nigga keep the heat cocked, official nas nigga like it or not, pistols blast i like that a lot, 28 days your ass will rot, raise?your star nigga blaze your set, feel me niggas then raise your tech, with the infrared nigga hit the deck, shoot in your head one out your neck, niggas like you get disrespect, can't even walk your own projects, shot your legs, you under presh, you under stress, my guns a test [Verse 5: ?In the manuscript of the poem, some of the lines are even written in code—to hide the lewd nature of the text or perhaps to offer the reader the fun of deciphering the verses and discovering the bawdy words within.The poem, which satirizes the Carmelite friars of Cambridge, England, takes its title, "Flen flyys," from the first words of its opening line, "Flen, flyys, and freris," that is, "fleas, flies, and friars." The line that contains fuck reads "Non sunt in coeli, quia gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk." The Latin words "Non sunt in coeli, quia," mean "they [the friars] are not in heaven, since." The code "gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk" is easily broken by simply substituting the preceding letter in the alphabet, keeping in mind differences in the alphabet and in spelling between then and now: i was then used for both i and j; v was used for both u and v; and vv was used for w.Starring as the face of the new Guess campaign, the "Know No Better" singer shares her excitement on Instagram.Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake All my life, man, fuck's sake If I did I did a menage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape Worried bout if my butt's fake Worried 'bout John's singing us Drake These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet Let it soak in, like seasonin' And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man But when that's over then I'm the first in line And the other day in her Maybach I thought god damn, this is the perfect time We had just come from that video You know LA traffic, how the city slow She was sitting down on that big butt But I was still staring at the titties though Yeah, low key it may be high key I been peeped that you like me you know Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish Home invasion was persuasive From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish Dreams of living life like rappers do Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish The only thing we had to free our mind Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs You looking like an easy come up, ya bish A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish And that's a lifestyle that we never knew Go at a reverend for the revenue [Hook:] It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel, now, now A dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel, now A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel, now A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel, now A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel, now [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Dreams of living life like rappers do Bump that new E-40 at the school You know big ballin with my homies Earl Stevens had us thinking rational Back to reality we poor, ya bish Another casualty at war, ya bish Two bullets in my uncle tony head He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish That Louie's Burger never be the same A louis belt will never ease that pain But I'm a purchase when that day is jerkin' Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin' Gang signs out the window, ya bish Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gone crash it when nobodies home [Hook] [Bridge x2: Anna Wise] Be the last one out to get this dough? No Way [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustling What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government Gotta provide for my daughter n'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it's all good Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is In the streets with a heater under my dungarees Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree [Hook] [Outro] Sherane A. 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I mean it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree That's right I like my girls BBW, yeah Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you So thick that everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you The NBA players fuck with you The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you Oh, that's cause I believe in something, and I stand for it And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up If I did fuck she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life That's another story, I'm no story teller I piss greatness like gold is yellow All my goons so overzealous I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca Accountant say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways My girl from a Bida if she wave Baby and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don't have my money?
I take mothers instead You got the hickups, you swallowed the truth Then I make you burp boy, treat me like sirloin I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with arm and guns So think about your son and daughter rooms Got two goons and they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga That money talk, I just rephrase it my nigga Blood gang take the B, I'll behave ya I'm niggas is for reals If you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off Now you see me, now you don't Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles 16 in a clip, one in the chamber 17 Ward bully with 17 bullets My story is how I went from poor me To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only Songwriters DWAYNE CARTER, JEREMY COLEMAN, NICKI MINAJ, AUBREY DRAKE GRAHAM, LUKASZ GOTTWALD, HENRY RUSSELL WALTER, THERON THOMAS, TIMOTHY THOMAS Published by Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group Song Discussions is protected by U.