Lyrics:
can't forget Tim Westwood, all the music video channels
(Gomez Warez), Tiffany Green, (MTV), Elroy Smith, (BET), Bam (and VH1)
Can't forget my big
money, iced out, like I'm in a video
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still
the background
Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick
Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
Shervah Edwards, video, oh, Millie, gotta love Millie
Millie was always on, on the sets like
"Alright, make sure the Red Bull can is exactly in front
Bubble Bread - Diss Track
(Chorus 1)
Where you at ? In the trap, I be selling at (piou piou)
Bitch niggas talking shit, they be ratting
My dope is not just Audio people sees it too like video clip
They said am very silly cause my lyrics gat them thinking
The feelings are so real it
be worth less than a mill when you got the Midas touch
I got control, they do what I say, my name should be Simon huh
In the game for the top place,
should be Simon huh
In tha game for tha top place, fuck is a runner up
Back to mathematics, let’s do some fractions, baby I’m one of one
If you really
and roller coaster rides,
Love is made of jellybeans, butterflies,
Ponytails and moonlit mountain sides . . . ( fade out )
Words and Music by Paul Vance,
& Aitch
Cos soon we'll have it coming in by the Kilo
Boys in the team
A don't need to convince
Cos they already ken
Like a don't need to drop hints
Nae one
YOUR RETINA
I REINVENT DEATH EVERY FOUR MEASURES
IT'S YOUR FUNERAL
THIS AIN'T YOUR MUSIC GROUP
THOSE ARE YA PAUL BEARERS
EVERYBODY UP IN THE PLACE IS
(How?)
Don't put no new music out, we don't wanna hear that shit
You a coon and you fucked up Teyana Taylor's shit (Fuck boy)
Bill Cosby locked up with
excuses talk but can't manage
Causing more damage, the country inna panic
Some me use the music as an outlet
Them boy ah move foul nuh talk nuh poultry
Try
excuses talk but can't manage
Causing more damage, the country inna panic
Some me use the music as an outlet
Them boy ah move foul nuh talk nuh poultry
Try
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
the overload
Free my young nigga for sure, that boy'll never fold
Drugs was sold, niggas was trapping to climb the totem pole
I was in my bag with the music
where them ducks was at.
I know ur boys still remember them bubble baths.
I ain't had to do that shit.
But I did that shit, kuz that's jus how my love
is my mistress,
Boys dey in my mentions
Saying I should spit it,
Like Akan will be the biggest if you really dey feel it,
Last year I
shitting out pop stars like a gum ball machine. Simon Cowell’s got his own little factory line, young boys in tight clothes with big dreamy eyes. A.D.D is
music
Even though they want us to part
I don't just keep grinding
Boy I make the parts
Been under the pressure
But the pressure makes diamonds
Time
We got our own camera equipment
We do our own videos
Set our own shows up
It’s more than music man
It’s The Group
Niggas don’t get that
I’m back at it
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