Lyrics:
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
but you can't satisfy your appetite
You're doing everything to get that devil in your mind
You try to see things with the eyes of the blind
and the E
So syllable free
Therefore you ain't the King like Coretta
Man, I defeated you with eight letters
So imagine if I formed a sentence
You wouldn't
to the side
From the left to the right Bebble Rock and Ghetto Youths (uh)
Strictly family when you see we in the booth (truth)
Smiles on faces but nuh get e
'Cause this nigga here is coming up to be the next king of the mic
So this a last call to those niggas left in a haze
I ain't even gonna ask what you wanna
on site
Yo im reppin your section I'll be there all night
Way that you dance got em all in a trance
Even more lit when it's played by a band
Only
go and grab your fucking shitti sweater
You know i have a treasure hidden in my attic
You seem to run like you're being chased by a coyote
So put your
to God for better days
Yana long life nwanne we dey pray
I see vision now it's my mission
Like a king on the throne get me my clown
Mbata na the hood
that's gon get you killed
Oh you sparring kids but we ain't sparing em and that's what it is
I told bro ta leave them hoes alone, he call em clientele
If
Lately been different my heart and my mind traumatized
By the fact that I'm chasing the bag
Mama been crying my grades just been low
And I told her
Kilon sele gangan nisin motun sọ English
Ọmọ yooba lemi mowa lati sagacity
I think by now we can be one soti ye e n sin
I've been doing shit like tẹlẹ
he knows all riffs
Called Guitar-King but he gets no chicks
He moves his fingers rapidly
His name is Trevor D
Trevor D
The rocking machine
The new
L O V E R B O Y [Y] LoverBoy LoverBoy
What she call me all the time
Loverboy far from goofy bitch don't play me stupid
Got hit by cupid I think he
way
You be the one I nor fit replace
I dey steady fall in love everytime I get a glance of your face
I wanna lick you
My lollipop
If I dey with you
I
body grind
Need you close to me
Come on deep inside
Feel my energy get high off of me
Open up just communicate to me
What's life to a king without
Aha
Let's get it baby
Aha, aha, aha
Nu jag är här så det klart
Folk Snacka skiter i vad som sas
I min ort det är jag som står kvar
Bröstat mycket
good
D is for Drake, guess he lives like old kings would
E is Esmerine, what's the genre there, who knows
F is for Feist, rich and wins all the Junos
G
at ravens wood man them was the old days
Doing assemblies and talent shows in P. A
I remember coming up with the K.O.D
The kings of death man we was bout
(Rodney O)
The bass that's in your face, sho' nuff shrugs your face
Just like you got sprayed by a can of mace
You see your speaker is movin,
(Rodney O)
The bass that's in your face, sho' nuff shrugs your face
Just like you got sprayed by a can of mace
You see your speaker is movin,
my team goes by the OPM kings
rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits
and be the uppest that抯 the main thing
catch graffitIwreck on my
the juice on demand
You know me I’m the best you ever had
Run my fingers through your hair
Put a 20 carats in your ear
You alone you want mi nah share
Just
young rap star
Fuck what they gotI thought i did millions like ten times
Xanned out and stay alive
Play cards take out some pizza back to penthouse
Get
and scheme
Way before Meek we was really chasing dreams
Surrounded by choppas and them 9's with them beams
Mind like Malcolm but the heart of Dr. King
Tryna
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