Lyrics:
the hardest broom
Slide down the slide like a flume
Soon I will have to sign off
Please don't throw rocks in Morrison
Otherwise you could damage windows
Hit red
shielding my dick
Have baby by me baby these groupies they make me sick
My stick we don't restrict we get through thick like afro picks
It feels Vic's
They say a nigga got brain fog
Hm shit I get so high I
Don't wanna remember shit anyway
Where the lighter at?
(Right into the fog, braving through it
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
now
Looking for the truth? You found a nigga
Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn't it?
Thought I was just like you 'til I
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
Please don't play no games with us, we take this shit too serious
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
get hit with a whole dozen
How you call yourself tough when you rap on your own cousin
Turn snitches, burn bridges I don't need money from rap to curve
my bedroom, oh
And I'm 'bout to drop another album full of hits
By mid-2020 you gon' know who Jayden Jesse is!
If you ain't got nothing nice to say
had bread
How to be a baller - can you pass the test?
There's more than one way to hit the top
Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped
Take it
had bread
How to be a baller - can you pass the test?
There's more than one way to hit the top
Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped
Take it
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
to find my way, in my bag, now I get paid
I don't wanna be with you, ho, I ain't gon' stay
Don't pull up on me unless you wanna get hit with a k
Talking
boom)
I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (brr)
Feel like the shit don
Oooh
That bass kicks
Just like when paranoia hit
Only one person in the room like it when I spit
Talking bout #1
Maybe more
But I'm not yet arrogant
brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me and you don't fuck with each other
Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with
is the outcome, spend all my income, get by with out none, yeah
This is the outcome, spend all my income, get by with out none
Y'all best flex don
Right under em' Vicky clothes
Hit mail roles and shail toles
And wife beatas, get Nike whifee
She in love with addidas
Ma, I'm in love with Anina
Chuck
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
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