Lyrics:
of Tomorrow
By the way friends call me Jay but I’m Lit to y’all
On the tip of my tongue it's napalm
It’s where they get it from
Yeah nobody grind as hard as us
Most these niggas losers Carlos Boozer how I'm on my bullshit
Most these women snoozin they be choosing niggas who ain't on shit
No I don't like
Couple drinks and I'm feeling right
Think I might shoot my shot tonight
Before the party's over
Drinking forties, sweating bullets on the dance floor
won't give ‘em back
If you had em n I got em know he never coming back
If you talk behind my back
Don't forget to kiss my ass
Pretty face, white
not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, I whip the Monte Carlo
Fire in my heart, like pyro, floatin' 'round in the air like Spyro
Sad boy but I won't ever cry tho,
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
It's my choice, I can help it, I don't wanna feel jealous no more
Made up of stars, read it on Instagram feeling like it's a sham or a facade
They be
an M.O.B. party, cause an M.O.B. party don't stop, don't stop (2x)
it's a Private Party
[Cuban Link]
Ayo the party's over here, yeah , nothin but hunnies
I testify about my blessings
Share good news with my brethren
Lift up my brethren whenever they're breathless
In you I remain
Wonderfully made
I'm
story beach house, let's throw a party
F!?#ed up in the head, I don't know what happend
I have nightmares and I wake up laughing
With a bottle of Tequila,
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
And all my niggas say
skis and brethrens
Bro then dip the diamond yellow, it's a crab leg
He pour up in mellow yellow, he's a madman This hunnid bill in my pocket, the same
speak no death unto ya
But you'll pull tool on ya brethren would ya
I walk the straight and narrow don't you ever bow
In the path of my golden arrow
most of the road on my own
All on my own, we,
We alive but we ain't living, that's why I'm giving until it's gone
Cause I don't want to be alone (I
your kinda money I’d put that in a bank
And disappear just like a needle when I’m stacking my hay
But shid you got it and I don’t no need to listen I’m
in the party hoes get to drunk
Get the fuck up out my party
Get the fuck up out my party
Call me Kidd, but I'm not to be played with
By mistake, I'm
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
Nobii by my strength o
Nobii by my fine o
Holy Spirit o
Come and take control
As you Dey do before o
Don't stop
Holy Spirit oh
Come and take control
Oh, the periphery
They throw good parties there
Those peripheral idiots
Always have a bite to bear
Bear it if you can
If you really want
on a bed with a man
Where you at
Where you at
In the school but I sight
You was chilling in a party
Where you at
Where you at
In my room but a beach
Down by the mission
San Miguel is a great house
Wherein dwell Don Carlos
And La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell
I work at the ranch, I saddle her mare
I
Southside on the track, yeah
Hah
Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)
Act so much so gwalo, I should order some cargo
European
Saturate, levitate
I don’t fuck with your hate
Keep up with that rapper slate
Watch my money elevate
People with no money make no sense so I delegate
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