Ghee Boe
1650 shit
Lil bitch
YAKWTFGO man
Kickin pimpin
Yeah
Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H
My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin niggas banks
My X had Pac'd a nigga she spit in that nigga face
It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way
I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face
My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face
I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play
The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith
I swear I grew up Christian but my life been on the Edge
From a big dawg Pedigree I'll slam a nigga on his head
I might go Sara Lee n Nature's own about my bread
I might go Undertaker when I pop up niggas scared
I might go hardcore on em keep a hammer not a sledge
I might jus kill a bottle of the rum I like it red
Yo bitch keep hittin me up she shootin Vince McMahon txt
N every time she see me she jus wanna pin me 2 the bed
That's every damn time
You play I'll sock yo ass n have you bleedin just like Mankind
Lumpsomes comin in just a menstrual imma tampon
Give yo bitch that big boot I ain't Kevin Nash son
Lil bitch I am that one
God got it made for me to win got it set up for a nigga got it made for me fend
Life was really on the ropes n Imma Hardy boy lil bitch
I'll tell ya bout yo ass fasho jus like a horoscope lil bitch
This how the story go lil bitch
When you always keep it real
My Baby mama Charlotte Flair she just want me to be a heel
Tryna make me a Guerrero like I lie n cheat n steal
Steady tryna pull me down it's like a ladder match fr
Thinkin we a even keel n yeen got the bodies 4 it
Stone cold drinkin beers while im waitin in the lobby for it
Rick flair persona look so good they wanna rob me for it
Shit gone fly you gotta know it
Wheels fall off we gotta tow it
I ain't a rapper imma poet
I smoke the gas n sip the moet
This life be really really f*ckin wit me
Sometimes I swear it feel like WWE
The path they got me on im gone be touchin them Bs
Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H
My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin niggas banks
My X had Pac'd a nigga she spit in that nigga face
It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way
I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face
My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face
I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play
The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith
Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay
Ghee Boe - WWF Lyrics
Ghee Boe - WWF Lyrics
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English
Ghee Boe
1650 shit
Lil bitch
YAKWTFGO man
Kickin pimpin
Yeah
Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H
My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin niggas banks
My X had Pac'd a nigga she spit in that nigga face
It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way
I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face
My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face
I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play
The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith
I swear I grew up Christian but my life been on the Edge
From a big dawg Pedigree I'll slam a nigga on his head
I might go Sara Lee n Nature's own about my bread
I might go Undertaker when I pop up niggas scared
I might go hardcore on em keep a hammer not a sledge
I might jus kill a bottle of the rum I like it red
Yo bitch keep hittin me up she shootin Vince McMahon txt
N every time she see me she jus wanna pin me 2 the bed
That's every damn time
You play I'll sock yo ass n have you bleedin just like Mankind
Lumpsomes comin in just a menstrual imma tampon
Give yo bitch that big boot I ain't Kevin Nash son
Lil bitch I am that one
God got it made for me to win got it set up for a nigga got it made for me fend
Life was really on the ropes n Imma Hardy boy lil bitch
I'll tell ya bout yo ass fasho jus like a horoscope lil bitch
This how the story go lil bitch
When you always keep it real
My Baby mama Charlotte Flair she just want me to be a heel
Tryna make me a Guerrero like I lie n cheat n steal
Steady tryna pull me down it's like a ladder match fr
Thinkin we a even keel n yeen got the bodies 4 it
Stone cold drinkin beers while im waitin in the lobby for it
Rick flair persona look so good they wanna rob me for it
Shit gone fly you gotta know it
Wheels fall off we gotta tow it
I ain't a rapper imma poet
I smoke the gas n sip the moet
This life be really really f*ckin wit me
Sometimes I swear it feel like WWE
The path they got me on im gone be touchin them Bs
Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H
My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin niggas banks
My X had Pac'd a nigga she spit in that nigga face
It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way
I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face
My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face
I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play
The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith
Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay
1650 shit
Lil bitch
YAKWTFGO man
Kickin pimpin
Yeah
Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H
My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin niggas banks
My X had Pac'd a nigga she spit in that nigga face
It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way
I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face
My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face
I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play
The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith
I swear I grew up Christian but my life been on the Edge
From a big dawg Pedigree I'll slam a nigga on his head
I might go Sara Lee n Nature's own about my bread
I might go Undertaker when I pop up niggas scared
I might go hardcore on em keep a hammer not a sledge
I might jus kill a bottle of the rum I like it red
Yo bitch keep hittin me up she shootin Vince McMahon txt
N every time she see me she jus wanna pin me 2 the bed
That's every damn time
You play I'll sock yo ass n have you bleedin just like Mankind
Lumpsomes comin in just a menstrual imma tampon
Give yo bitch that big boot I ain't Kevin Nash son
Lil bitch I am that one
God got it made for me to win got it set up for a nigga got it made for me fend
Life was really on the ropes n Imma Hardy boy lil bitch
I'll tell ya bout yo ass fasho jus like a horoscope lil bitch
This how the story go lil bitch
When you always keep it real
My Baby mama Charlotte Flair she just want me to be a heel
Tryna make me a Guerrero like I lie n cheat n steal
Steady tryna pull me down it's like a ladder match fr
Thinkin we a even keel n yeen got the bodies 4 it
Stone cold drinkin beers while im waitin in the lobby for it
Rick flair persona look so good they wanna rob me for it
Shit gone fly you gotta know it
Wheels fall off we gotta tow it
I ain't a rapper imma poet
I smoke the gas n sip the moet
This life be really really f*ckin wit me
Sometimes I swear it feel like WWE
The path they got me on im gone be touchin them Bs
Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H
My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin niggas banks
My X had Pac'd a nigga she spit in that nigga face
It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way
I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face
My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face
I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play
The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith
Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay
Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay
Writer: Garrison Hardy
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