Lyrics:
He's a phone call to his parents
He's a Bible by the bed
He's the t-shirt that I'm wearin'
He's the song stuck in my head
He's solid and he's
nappy-headed nigga Urban Kid Alanso dude
The good yute
Grew up in a m.a.a.d city a.k.a the Toronto zoo
"What you saying" is the motto goof
Anyways a niggas been
haven't ran from shit
Since middle school track and field
So kiss my balls
And while you're there
Give me some oral
I met this girl in LA
She was kinda fine
Chop these samples so clean they giving me Heartaches
(Ugh)
And My heart breaks
You know they say too much of a good thing is a Bad thing
(Well that's
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
don't be mad when you walk by and I smack that ugh
Earlier it was all good but now you gotta back that up
It's time to put 3zer into rotation
Or we could
praying he forgive my sins Even in a bucket still spin it like I'm in a Benz stop by the sto urban connection ion follow trends raised by them older heads
dances in your eyes
Just a t-shirt in the kitchen
With no make-up and a million
Other things that I could look at my whole life
A love like that makes
hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin just ain't my
tart
Ima ride the dick
Drive it like a stolen car
Let me run it up
Grab me by
The fuckin waist
Look me in my eyes
Tell me how that shit taste
Ouu you
Keith, hiding in your kip
When I pass through the streets
Got you running in your cleats, you little bellend
Can't walk round my city with the image
my friеnds
Still I wound up trapping hard
Eighteen, my family weren't proud
I started rapping bars
Lеft my mum's house in 2008
Counting this cake
look exotic cause thats what i smoke
Go exotic so thats what i smoke
Let him drive so i gotta roll
In his pocket he keep him a roll so you already know
of ten for ten sittin on ice
My dawg in the pen on ten sittin on life
He don't got nothin but time so he hear every rhyme like he right by my side dealin
But If got money you get what you like
Brown-skin baddie she so fine
I just love when look in my eyes
But I peep when I tell you sum real shit
You just
see you in person
Stay by my lonely cause nobody’s worth it
Fuck easy got it cause I deserve it
In my prime visualized ima shine
When our minds all
He's a phone call to his parents
He's a Bible by the bed
He's the t-shirt that I'm wearin'
He's the song stuck in my head
He's solid and he's
Hips are too hypnotic
Lips glossed nails polished (Oh you fancy)
First look I was astonished
Curvaceous in right places (Damn baby)
Good conversations
OLD SONG THAT YOU SING
DEMANDING THAT WE DO OUR PROTESTS IN SILENCE
YOU ANSWER YOUR VIOLENCE WITH EVEN MORE VIOLENCE
CHORUS:
ALL RIGHT, YO!—IT’S MY
that nigga Jeffery
I'm eatin chicken, got grease on my teeth
You get fucked up, my name ain't Tay Keith
She say "You got that good dick, do not leave"
I
right by the seashells
They all got the look, like they'd ride on you
Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you
[Chorus: Akon]
I got my eyes
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh
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