Lyrics:
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
I don't even smoke cigars but I'ma light up a cigar for this one
Just talk my shit yo
This wasn't originally on the album,
It just made it 'cause I
I'mma catch his ass with the whole clip
I'mma beat they ass up like Ron Artest
Pussy nigga ran like a miss
I got your bitch up under water tryna kiss,
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
to shuffle
I stay rugged, stay ready
Young superstar, trainin' steady
Pretty like a box Chevy
No hydraulics
Gettin' faded of the tonic
Overdose and then I
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Hook][Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me young
She's Not A Girl
Copyright Paul Day 1999
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line
Semi automatic
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
Born Yesterday
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
No Pressure
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
the young black and famous Rich like Matty
With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips
With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
the Mic on
Ima take off the Bezel like Sunshine
She came right to the crib now it's Fun time
I got tatts on my arm like I'm ron
It's a glock in the party
I fell in love with bordens, I can't get caught up
I make my young nigga go and run it for me
She think I'm rich cause I sip drink? Well I just like
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"
Now we on album six, the top team on your list
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
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