Lyrics:
hard? Ooh please!
You rappers do trap like Tom in a industry full of jerry mouse so that rats gets away with the cheese
New makervelly ? Naah really
[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got
that body over here let me see you move (see you move)
Come and show me what it do (what it do)
A gent like me plays by the rules
Room full of girls all
dreads
And love smoking pot
You can talk shit about me all day
But your bitch love my song anyway
You can do what ever you want
Am a fucking stoner
I don't
boy's got to look nuts
And that's the only word I can think of right now
On how to describe the shit
It's just like a vibe you get, go ahead and bob
by the weight
I don't know
I know I'm great
All I ever contemplate
Place some blame on my friends
They the ones that give me faith
Really none of yo
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
hater on they job by cashing out on new cars
Trying to stop the kid but they can't Sideshow Bob
Prettiest bitch you ever seen, light skin with everything
a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!
Thing-fish:
Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! would y'all like to use my nakkin' one mo' time?
Harry:
Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you
And she's like "how you like my hair? "
I'm like "that bob looks fly but them lips, oh my"
Can't wait til you plant that kiss on me, on me, on me, on me
perfect view
There's nothing that you cannot do
I just want to be with you
You shine so bright
You're a drug I fly so high
I want you right by my side
Girl
(YAYYYY!!!)
Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in the galaxy!
I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Um, I'm sorry, but, did I do something to you
That you are not answering my calls or returning my calls
Answering my texts, something, I mean how
Um, I'm sorry, but, did I do something to you
That you are not answering my calls or returning my calls
Answering my texts, something, I mean how
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars
ain't hard to see it
But how you switch up so damn quick and fuck my dog? You had me tweakin'
And I don't care that you were drunk, you left me lonely
that I'm living
No, I don't speak to nobody, won't speak with no bodies
I'd rather just handle my business
I do not get it, how you a shooter
Ain't
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These
How I do that?
Man I'm jumping in this game and I'm going to press up, I won't go back
They thought I dropped the first one off of luck but I can go rap
the best are imploring
So let me introduce myself
Coming off 03 to profuse my step
It's so hot that you'll go lose yourself
In a stone cold belt
Feel so
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