Lyrics:
my bros, talkin' quick
I'll say it on Mics you can Mark-et this
Time is short handed: Paul it ticks
So we gotta make a song that hits
About politics,
never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, what it do, what it is?
(What it do?)
It's Paul
time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)
But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)
it became so revealing that you know you know it's love when you feel it I'll say...
Chorus:
Before I tell you more about me girl, what you think
Oh what a massacre
Like Jason, Michael, Freddy
And Idi Amin after ya civil syllable war
Niggas should’ve been prepped before
Forthcoming about your
went the wrong way about it, okay?
Nicko: Yeh, 'e did go the wrong way about it.
Steve: Really?
Nicko: Well I'm, I, I, I, I tell ya what, I mean
shut down
Tryna pick which chick I'ma cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found
Come in
shut down
Tryna pick which chick I'ma cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found
Come in
pick which chick I'ma cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found
Come in v.i.p with me boo,
school
Don't legalise the draw
What the fuck you wanna go do that for
Don't legalise the weed
Don't you know I got fucking mouths to feed
I got Cush
I aint dating outside of my race but it is just something about a black
Like I love my black men
I don't feel like any man can do me like a black man
hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and
Rap about
streets
By popular demand
Heard some niggas still sleeping on me
Must be poppin them xans
Posta to died at 18
Been in brown or state greens
OD off Molly
gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos,
your mother what's going down"
Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
The pretty brown round, running round
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
somebody to taste yo sugar
And I got you don’t worry about that
I’ll be right here by your side waiting for you to confide in me, I’m all yours
I know you
which opportunity I should go after next
So to help me not waste entire days of my life in indecision about what to do next
I've begun to ask myself this
This goes to the haters who aren't quite convinced that
I'm serious about this right now
I'm coming for all of you. Lemme talk to you...
On God in
Brown
Oh hold up, this yo' bitch
My future so bright I can make Fetty Wap see with both eyes open
Bad bitch with me, and ass & sticks is what she's totin'
Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls
Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,
diamonds in my watch that's why they mad at me
Won't shine with no lights on
I'm just tryna make it to the top with the right song
What you know about
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
Ass round skin brown, Lord, you know my weakness
What we on? (Oh, you the next, Price)
Executing and repeating (wow, wow)
Count the blues then repeat
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