Lyrics:
bling-bling-bling, boy
It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy
Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy?
Now if you warring and runnin'
an advantage
Burning hot, you ain't got no flame
I'm black, you're blick
Plus you're on crack, you're sick
I don't care if you pack a 45th
Or you clapped your
ain't good for my image
So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse
But do your man a favor, don't curse
Uh, the smooth rap inventor that enter
Play how we wanna play, feels good that way
So G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse
Do your man a favor and don't curse
You're telling me don't
of everything I thought had to accompany my music it became my burden. It just got stolen from me. I said, What is this? How did this thing that I love so much so
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
Keep yo hands in the air, 'cause we gon' take it there
And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care
Uh-huh, uh, what
Ain't no other cats got
(Chad) Not a chance.
(Ryan és a lányok) If I could do this, well, you could do that.
(Chad) But I don't dance.
(Ryan) Hit it out
playing wit me
You gone find a demon in me
"Johnny friends wit me"
Nigga what the fuck you mean
Ain't nan wit me
I got it by my own lil means
Real boss
don't scare you now?
I can tell it ain't much you won't do
Oh you different different
Got a new nigga in yo system
You trynna have yo cake and eat it too
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
Anymore
Anymore
You really stopped caring huh?
I can tell by the way move
That freaky life don't scary now?
I can tell it ain't much u won't do
You
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold
Wah-dah-doo
Wah-dah-doo
Wah-dah-doo, dah-dah-doo, dah-dah-doo
It don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing
It don't mean a thing
All
want that jolly green
I got tomorrow's dreams baby, don't share the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your glass, I got some cheers for you
For
You want to talk about it, let's talk about it
If I need that thing it's simle
When you get around me it's simple
Ain't no issues, if you got some
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
take
Nigga need some weed
That's funny I ain't got no money
Nigga put me down,
Swing to the bud stops for some brews
Really don't drink but it's for
It don't mean a thing
if it ain't got that swing
Do wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
Do wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
It don't mean a thing
All you
ain't good for my image
So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse
But do your man a favor, don't curse
Uh, the smooth rap inventor that enter
Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
Well, it don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
It makes no difference if it's sweet
around
Back my hurl let me swing it again
I don’t switch no sides van Persie
Got 11 on the back of my jersey
Star of my Country, Austin Gleeson
That’s why
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
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