Lyrics:
Ay I heard it's killa season
Nigga it's my season
Yeah bitch, it's Dre Carr baby
Bitch I'm goin' off, I be goin' off (Yeah, goin' off, ay)
Don't give
sisters my cousins nem
I try to put me right under them
Cause how can you win tryna smother them
You wasn't really tryna breathe
Ya selfish by yaself in
raised me, Dre Carr baby ain't no punk s***
(Yeah, Memphis, Memphis)
Head to ATL and put them niggas back on that crunk s***
(Watch me, watch me get buck)
(Yeah, yeah)
But it's fuck you pay me, yep I'm slim but ain't gon ever be shady
Memphis music raised me, Dre Carr baby ain't no punk shit
(Yeah, Memphis,
I've been around
But back when I got started there was a righteous sound
It doesn't matter what I been through (sing it)
I still be diggin' on James
on the next track
Fuck outta here nigga (Yeah bitch)
It's Dre Carr baby (Ok Dre)
I sip my drink, lettin' bygones be bygones (Yeah bitch)
And all that flexin'
touchdown baby
Just took that lead
We reppin that silver
We reppin that black
You mess with us
You finna get smacked
AC/DC we back in black
You hear them
smother, the situation's grim
It's bloody sin 'cause every time I want out they pull me back in
I see my reflection in the chrome Mack 10
Ask the passer
the substance that I put in it
Shouldn't have been this petty, maybe could've made a difference
Baby I hope you let me, cause without you than what is this
I been
Loving you baby is not easy,
But i wanna try
Girl you make me feel like James Bond
Girl you make me feel like James Bond
Way you make me feel like James
central
carr you will get light up mental you clash man before
and trust me you loose so its far from experimental (X2)
Frisco: So dont come around light
pussy leaky
It tastes like lemonade
Need a lil' quickie like minute maid"
Yeah, he sent me a text like, "Baby, I'm hungry"
He gon' come to eat it up
Intro:
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Salt: Yeah, what's up baby
Man: Oh, I'm chillin'
Salt: You know, you got me thinkin' about
The pavement
Yea, I left his ass on the pavement
Homie didn't wanna pay the payments
I caught him clocking out at the end of his day shift
Baby let's
more
So come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby show me what that loaded gun is for
If you can give it
I can take it
'Cause if this heart is gonna
more
So come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby show me what that loaded gun is for
If you can give it
I can take it
'Cause if this heart is gonna
Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me
Bitches by my side
Don’t fuck with my life
this shining my life
this cold my life
die in a royce
You left here
Dont come back baby
I did it for me
it
Back in the day, back in the day
Oh baby
Back in the day, back in the day
Won't you take me back?
Back in the day, back in the day
I'll do it
a newscast
James in the back counting cash 'till his screen flash
You sure you wanna ride James wrote yeah
You sure you wanna roll James wrote yeah
You sure
bumper back hard on me
Tic Toc Mami!
[Pre-Chorus: King James]
Wine low, Wine low baby
Go slow, Go slow baby (Shenseea: Go slow..)
I know, I know what yuh
more
So come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby show me what that loaded gun is for
If you can give it
I can take it
'Cause if this heart is gonna
Now everybody's out to get me
I'm glad to say
Chorus: Rick James
Glad to say that I really missed your sexy way
Here I am girl, back in you again
pussy on the streets and then Bishop Don the Magic Juan
comes and scoops it up, pimps it on the ho strole for me
Then sends it back to Rick James
And I
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