Lyrics:
Jones I Just Blaze
It's a wrap if you owe ('Oh) Boy' Cam'ron
Listen, I'll cock the Koch
It's a lil' K like ya man Shine
It's light but it sounds so BIG
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
get by)
Now you the main reason a guy stay high (why I stay so high)
Aye lil bae, aye lil bae, aye lil bae (aye lil bae)
I'm not gone play, cannot play
the other guy get by (how he get by)
Now you the main reason a guy stay high (why I stay so high)
Aye lil bae, aye lil bae, aye lil bae (aye lil bae)
I'm not
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake (Whaa)
Yeah and what I hear in here and
Maybe John do you hear this
Um, "Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
"
"You
and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's 'cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit
Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic
She say I'm pressure told lil baby inside me of full of steam
Niggas a come around to bring you down a ends to the means
You can't hang around me if
(Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin)
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Yeah, baby
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her
(Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin)
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Yeah, baby
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her
the pattern on his tie?
Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're
’m all about keeping lit
011 city of sinners and drinks
I want the money get me in the mix
Oh damn
I just wanna do it for the fam
Wanna get bigger I gotta
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
chips, you don’t gotta cash out
And baby, I don’t gotta flex, I’m still the best out
Yea, I’m on 580 with a bad one
I’m a Leo baby, she a Cancer
Damn Lil
been outta ya damn mind
Lil shorty wanna fuck on the man, man
I'm in yo dreams I'm the Sandman
Lil shawty wanna fuck
Oh Ya Ya
She wanna know wassup
Oh
It's Mr. Suave in this bitch
You might not like it but your wife type did
I slide right through the whole scene and I'm scoping
Hoes steady chatting
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
Yeah, Ace Hood (woah)
What's up baby? (Woah, oh)
We the Best, huh
So I had a few things in mind (woah, oh)
Haha, and I was thinkin'
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
and you (both of us, I trust you, you trust me)
So don't worry 'bout a damn thing, oh (I ain't worried about nothin')
Now that we together, girl,
to sleep
Then I noticed like damn
They don't notice me
I been winnin' like never before
Fuck a second chance you only get one
Don't pay me less
I will tell
fish
Damn, they really hate my wealth
I don't go where I can't be myself
40 on my belt
And never took it out
40's on my waist
40 bands a day
That's how
you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'
Oh yeah
You mean this right here
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out
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