J-Swift - 4 Better or 4 Worse lyrics

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J-Swift - 4 Better or 4 Worse lyrics

[Intro] Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda Do you love me Tre, do you really love me? To be your lawfully, wedded, wife? Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do [Verse 1: Slimkid3] Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm off to be wed To Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two But umm, screw the dumbsh**, cause little Rhymea's true I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like To hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right You know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your bu*t (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse [Verse 2: Imani] Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth Shup? I met a s*ut she, put me in the rut G With the dip that was down with me from the whole front Now front me never too cool how-ever I gotta get the bread, gotta get the bu*ter Fix it up eat it down throw it in the gutter (Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta Skinny-dipped into her a** as if it was a pool of water Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing I gotta kiss her a** my tongue I hold before I curse If you really want me b*tch, take me for better or for worse *phone rings* I mean nah, just *phone rings* [Woman] I got it! *click* Hello? [Verse 3: Fatlip] Well this is the final chapter [Hello?] Of me, we're going to rack up [Who is this?] In tune, in tune, in tune, a bu*ton [Why are you calling my house?] A bu*ton, a bu*ton! Oh c'mon, honey [Who is this? What?] Would you come along with me down [Mike, is that you?] The lane and I will pick your brain [Oh my God. Who is this?] I won't be good like you think I will [I'll f**ing call the cops] I'll take a hammer and start to drill [Don't call my house] Your skull, and then I'll really start [Oh my God, what is this?] Picking, your brains cells, I will be [What? I'm gonna call the cops] Licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* [okay? Quit f**ing around] You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh [Hello, who is this?] Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now [Help, who is this? What] I busted thee, top of your skull [are you doing? Why are you] You thought the day was going to be [calling me?] DULL?? I'll make it very exciting I took your fingers then I started [Who are you? Why are you] BITING, and then I scraped the meat [calling my house?] Off, the bone, of your leg [Stop calling here!] Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg [Don't call here anymore] But I had to insist, I had to insist Iayaay, run up your p**y with my fist [Aye!] Okay, I think we've gone a little bit [I'm gonna call the cops!] Overboard, don't stop it yet [f** you don't call my house!!] Like this... ("like what like what like what") (repeat 4X) Yo, I'm Audi Geee No doubts manufactured No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies No copies, okay Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? That's what it really is huh? Is that what you want? What you talkin about? What you talkin bout n***a? Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.? I'mma tell you what's wrong with the problems Of the people in the L.A See the brothers needs some type of education And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh Community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from The tree if you don't water the gra** So n***a get off your rusty black a**sahhhh Like this... nanananananana, like this You can get with this, or you can get with that I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter* Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going Keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere C'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should *music stops* Oh, duhh!