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garry with two r's - make a way lyrics

[chorus]

i don’t play games
and i don’t say names
sh+t could get strange
but that is okay
i get through the day
i’m gon’ make a way
i’m gon’ make a way
i’m gon’ make a way
i’m gon’ make a way
i’m gon’ make a way
i’m gon’ make a way
i’m gon’ make a way
[verse 1]

left all my b+tches
and got me some hoes
i’m on a roll
stay on my toes
and i pray for my foes
i mean prey on my foes
six foot four
i ain’t comin’ up short
unless we talkin’ bout clothes
sleepin’ on me
and i’m tea baggin’ hoes
so you better not doze
do not be meek
but you must be a freak
so what you like women
that sh+t ain’t unique
imma just stay home
and f+ck up a beat
you could come through
if i’m rappin’ don’t speak
aftеr i’m finished
get somethin’ to еat
she suckin’ my d+ck
while i’m suckin’ my t++th
slappin’ my c+ck
on her tongue and her cheek
d+mn right b+tch
i don’t have to clock in
i’m mindin’ my business
i’m checkin’ i’m watchin’
while they tickin’ and tockin’
i’m satisfied in my silence
shut the f+ck up
b+tch you wildin’
they run they mouth so much
check out the mileage
they broke the odometer
i bring the heat
i could bust a thermometer
applyin’ pressure just check the barometer
i see how you rockin’
but you out of tune
once was the plug
but you busted a fuse
young mc and i’m bustin’ a move
young m.a. and i’m makin’ em ooo
get on the level
i’m taking it to
here go some shroomies
they’ll break you in two
let’s become animals
make this a zoo
f+ck up a carol
a joey or two
[chorus]

[verse 2]

i tell her pride like nut
just swallow it down
i come up
once i get down
i flagrant foul
and get out of bounds
the referees won’t make a sound
it’s my game
and i set the rules
expect to lose
and that’s what you’ll do
expect the flu
whenever i come through
if you don’t feel me
i go numb too
i do not have time for the bullsh+t
and static it’s mentally taxin’
yo train of thought
is just backin’ up traffic
you will not stay here
with all of yo baggage
this is not tennis
so f+ck all yo racket
i got more tracks
than an alley of addicts
i do not go for the fattest of asses
hoe do a trick
can you show me some magic
she wanna carry this d+ck
like a caddy
god is her father
and i’m just her daddy
she use a soap
that make her smell like candy
they call her baddy
i call her rarely
she say at some point
she wanna get married
i tell her she could be one wife of many
i don’t believe in a life full of limits
believe you me
i am not for the timid
i’m in position
f+ck my begin
it’s a flip at the endin’
you only dread it
if you got it twisted
every down in this b+tch
i am blitzin’
i rarely tweet
or keep birds in my mentions
i hit the gas
and then rev up my engine
she on the d
and she jumpin’ like pistons
we shoot a vid
and we make it a business
[chorus]

- garry with two rs lyrics

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