Lyrics:
they thought I was sarcastic
I'm mad sick, y'all better send in some psychiatrists
Goal temi o n se egbe goal keeper
Tori emi o fe bawon si lawujo awon
why'all can kiss our ass
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be -you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Yeah
Temper dey for body o
Yeah Yeah
O n shey mi bi pe ara n kan mi o
Kan mi o
Yeah Yeah
I go try cool am for body o
Even if I'm down
I dey try
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
I take my place and wait
A pretty bird beside me says hello with her eyes
She looks so sweet and lovely
But is she N.A.S.T.Y?
P.A.S.S.I.O.N
Got
one line you can tell it's mine
With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin
And a look that keeps you all starin
And wondering why I'm invincible
the white T
All I really do is argue
Double F, are-why-D-E, D-are-A-G, to the dash O-N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With
If it ain't Beenofficial its bogus
That m.o
That n.e
That y
Usually stuck on my mind
If it don't make me money
Or better or cheddar
How clever is
Omo why to’o ki nfe ni suru?
Why you say I did nothing for you
When I for do anything you want mе to do
Ti n ba ni ke juru, e juru
Omo why to'o ki nfe
through his eyes
M saw nothing but L’s in his past, tried to look forward, heard N and O
Least he didn’t look to P for a show, like Kelly
Then you
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
ov er's arms
I tast e t he pr o of o f her wild charms
I'm a s trange r t o the Su n my eyes ar e to o bl eak
How damne d is my he ar t when it's death
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
stoppin
Stay on chart cuz quent get money is gon go the hardest
W E T H E O N E S
We the ones thats gon set this shit off lay that boy to rest
Y O U K N O
S-O-U-T-H yeah Parkway, don't play damn damn day
Get your shit straight test us and we test you shit
All us, all y'all too, it's on shit (repeat
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
at him hidin'
Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'
H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From
ahora estoy firma'o
Con la Rhodiummusic
Llego el muñequito q la hecha como quiera
La parto a mi manera y me monto donde sea
Dentro'e poco tiempo te
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V
W-X- Y and Z
Now they don’t make no song’s like these
So I’m back to the basics of Real MC’s
Now you
chiefin a L out the O and I stay by my doley just me in my V
I bet my gas money that shit is on E
It might resemble the love left in me
Left me incomplete w
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