Lyrics:
that will make you funk
Intimidated by his 14 year old
At 97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like a perfect hand and tongue
You
you want
Baselines and snares that will make you funk
Intimidated by his 14 year old
At 97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like
fill a niggaz ass hot slugs twist
This blood knot hear um all po
Fly flossin in beamers shot caller call off shots at in between his eyes when I hit
'em
yo cuzzo this shit gon get better
Write all your tracks like u got a vendetta
Stay far from the rats
And Just stack up some cheddar
For all
straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like
(Take it all you need me)
Yes sir
Niggas better get with the program
I'm fast on a track
But I
and let me go by
In my roadster
My red hot roadster
I'm running Whitewall slicks and big bad wheels (big bad wheels)
And coming off the line, you know
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
they call, they call it
Hold up
Told Brad to send me a track,
He send me a track to sound like a trap,
I don't know normally do this,
But hey
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song,
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song,
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The Fad Of The Land
I'm a marinade
Of what's hot this
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
can freak it,
Make um dance more...
It'll make us super maybe
Oh no, turn up the jam, blow
Oh, they can keep it on the dance floor...
I'll be their
fuck the baddest broads
Turnt up on these niggas, I don't see me ever fallin' off
I know niggas hatin' so I got my niggas totin' rods
Catch an opp
u from
I'll get ya head hot
Couple bandz for a hit
More for a plot
Ain't the same nigga that you knew From the club
Scream my name drive by you I
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
I want to know what a nigga can say
20k play by the end of the day
Shorty wan' fuck, I can see in her face
Sammy get bucks and just stay out the way
Now would she stamp it
The way you speak to me it comes off underhanded
But
Oh your eyes are so demanding
You wanna run a nigga like track but it
the shocker
Oh lord
Tossed the rod change the whip then go duck off by a bitch for a couple of days
Making sure the laws wasn't building up a case
Dealing with
love with one and gave gave her my all (yeah, yeah)
She ended up tellin me get off my dick
Had me on some shit in a war wit my heart (damn)
Attatched,
the tub man I'm underground
Shout to harry yet I'm trackin' these conductor sounds
Rappin' frees
Layin' gems
It's a gold rush
Track by track
Check the subs
It always Tae this
Tae that
Yeen like dat
Youn fight back
Tae ain't onnat
Mane sit ya ass back
Now listen to dis track
Yk it's finna slap
Haha
I bet
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
and adapt
An icon with the wolves
But im verily Emery everly steady to raise the canon
And put Torriera on the pitch you play
Jam em jam em! pick up a piano
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