Lyrics:
shit up louder
Im naughty by nature so guard your grill when im around
Im cool as a ice cube still the wickedest man alive
Streets is a motherfucker cash
the only thing you need
No eBay salvation is free
Ain't no need for a rebate
Put this one on repeat, please tell the DJ
Hey this ain't what you want, better
doing a poo)
I'm walking to the loo
(I'm doing a poo)
I'm opening the door
(Hey I'm in here mate what are you doing)
Oh my god, sorry, I didn't realise
I
her back then turn
Just her turn
I drop ten bands in Burch
I say oh my God
But she never been to church
She built like a goddess
Distracted by her
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Dj Self, the prince of New York
As we continue to keep it quinning
From the Jets to the jet
From the nigga in the cut
To the one cutting cheques
So
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
XRP to the moon baby
Move over slim shady
It's hazey B in the future I'm a DJ
But today I'm day trading
Raging at player haterss not getting their
signed to Dj Khaled all I do is win
Just a young nigga from the north trying to get it in
Aint worry bout a bitch I'm trying to get a Benz
I been takin'
swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take you there like B.I.G. took niggaz to New
together
That I'm here is not by my grace
I remember all those things that I faced
So many promises so many fail
For my inspirations (thank you eh)
For
yuh love di yout
And that is the truth
We will find out 'cause you are judged by the fruit
If ya teach dem fi shoot
And turn prostitute
Hang upon
Dj Vail
Teranz
When last una go church
Pagans
No be who hungry go chop na who get food oh
You kill me them kill you life be like ludo
This is a food
And the disco-ball blurred in the turn of that night
But it was perfect I was told the tux was starched and all
Grabbed the glass of punch nervousness, structured by
rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
tell me
"Fuck her" I'ma fuck her (Fuck her)
And if my nigga like her
Swear to God that I won't touch her (Never)
'Cause loyalty is everything
Them niggas
MICHELLE, YOU’RE KILLING ME!
Tom: Oh my God, another chorus!
Partygoers: LET’S BREAK STUFF!
Danny: I’m freaking out
Partygoer: Is that Dr. Who?
Tom: This
Oh, oh my God
Time to walk in on some new shit
I guess
This is what it is, right
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Kno I ain't make it,
This baby roof
My name
world by the hand of God
Vrillon give me a ray gun
With military usurpation and collective self defense my persuasion
Break the white horse prophecy out
don't play the same as me
Nigga, this is God workin' never had a Jesus piece
Crocs and Adidas fleece, no ice I'm shinin' though
We been buildin'
no go lie is not by this my voice oh
But na only only only God who grace eh
Nahim make all over the world them appreciate eh (onyea)
Mama and papa,
Destiny is always driven by your distinctives
The things about you that make you different
Are the things that will drive you into your destiny
Often
g'night world
De La, yo
My man DJ Honda is on the beat like this
Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink, don't sink ya'll
Just letting ya'll
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