Lyrics:
style,
Where I can do whatever and it's still at least a year out,
If not by a decade.
I use my hand like tech decks,
Just look at my what wreck made.
It's a
(and right)
Tryna get my ring
Wreck the systems of the world, I’ll be like “lets go”
Hit the gas to the fullest, I’ll be like “lets roll”
My dreams, my
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons
Overseas, snappin' the view
I'ma fuck her the second we get in
over on Blondel been in every room in every hotel
This side of the 18th district line but by God I swear she don't sleep right
Sometimes the booth feels
way or you'll get done up by the Louie
To thee wack cats I screw he
Ask if them niggas ain't up upon their juices
Sittin' in my room buildin' with
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
breakin' 'em off proper
The next big thing since Pun And Big Poppa
So big when I walk in a room it gets darker
I'm soon to be a household name just like
my room
It's like flowers and mint gum
She smell like perfume
She's my dirty laundry when we hide beneath the covers
And I don't just think I like her
a long-lost friend
You can feel the cold in the fires of Hell
Crunching through the silence on broken glass
Stay hidden in the shadow ‘till the danger is past
gettin to the load
Big shit poppin
You know I ain't
Never been a hoe 8 by 6
Been my room when
They sent me to the hole
All these grown man
Tryna be gangsta
you wreck yourself
Going on my Instagram, you wanna stress yourself?
Them man there don't wanna see no young niggas popping
Nights in the cell, they
the dinger, mush
Drive-by, windows down, Big Time Rush
Repping second city, my whole team run it
Cop a tonne of Zkittlez and my whole team bun it
Sell a G for
Falling, prowling howling up to the moon
Me calling them goons to run down on yo room
Got stuck in the doom, no calling for help
Hell is where yo body
Shit (*inhales*) make some room (*exhales*)
Somebody laced this shit with shrooms, 'cause I'm flying
[Chorus]
(*Inhales*) What's the big deal
pretty women
Put me in a room wid em all, the way I’m feelin
Leave me with a ped and a packet I’ll make a killin
The Preacher said that God is forgiving
you stripping
Room for your friends, the crib big, I ain't tripping
Big body swanging, Its room in here when I'm tipping
Love em different colors
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
Verse 1:
Well let me tell you about a young lady/
That I met back in January
She have a husband his name is jerry/
And the man big tall and he scary/
slay you
Me and rap go together like
Kate Moss and glass tables
"Talk about Rhymefest"
Talk about Rhymefest? That's kinda easy
For starters, he rhymes
Back, back, back, back it up!
It's Jay R, straight acting up
With Pitbull, Julio G
From one glass you know wassup
I see her looking from a mile away
who in charge, they make-believe
I come from robbin' shit to Nawfside
I was robbin' jeans
I tell that ho get off my back
'cause only room there for my
the street and some of them were hidden from view by big hedges.
Looking down the street was like looking through the wrong end of a telescope.
His mother
face
That's the time, you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect, cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?",
man who sold the stuff
stole the show sneak shit Sargent slaughter cobra clutch
snuff the rooster, big up a booster, no bloopers
coochie you not
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