Lyrics:
make a good case
To open them legs, explore great lakes
So sublime, you can try to save face
But memories of me you can't erase
I'll get you like a rat
smashed for being in the mix
I stand alone you clone your shit
You ponder recash that don't even know shit
Puttin' you out there to make 'em cash
Blame
make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s
me up a blunt and I get real real good
Pour me up a shot and I get real real good
Roll me up, Im plugged in like a fire stick
You know im lit, I been
you feel so good to me
I figured I should just take some time
And only do what a man needs to do
When a man there to keep his woman pleased
What
ya forfeit, everythin i mentioned can't afford it
But accordin to some foreign articls you need enormous
Houses, cars and wood, make ya woman feel good
think I'm off it
Have you ever fell in love with someone through their words
Knowing dang well that you'll get hurt
At first, it feels good, and then
son, is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal,
son, is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal,
On ours so hard we wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme
back baby
Just give me a chance
I only walked over to you to ask for a dance
To dance yes baby, it's you I select
To get you on the floor is the main
know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
make ya feel Bran
bakers, they want
you to be dead
twice by our ancestors.
You know your guilty. Feel it.
Built with egoistic greed. But
you want me to
be indulgent.
Realize
like you got it all
And you ain't got shit but a image to uphold
You niggas can't, do it like me
Mix that Baccarat with the Creed
Something bout me
my God
Mix it with the SunnyD, miss me with the pillow talk
I-i-i got issues so I put 'em online
You wouldn't last a second living in my mind
You
Damn, it's like we almost made it
You had a time to expire, you're refrigerated
I wish your success was as good as your sex
You got that sloppy call me
I could give a good god damn baby
Going in I'm feeling like the man gon' hate me for this
All of my existence intrinsic looks like I'm equipped wit
Backflip off the top rope Ray Mysterio
Bump this in your headphones and your stereo
Do it in my free time, still superior
Wanna catch up to me you
abusing the drug
Nate and Mil them my slimes, call em snails or sum slugs
You think my hurting my feelings by what you choose to do
You gotta be a man, make
shawty let me penetrate
Aye aye aye
Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout
Mix it up a lil
you
For you for you for you
You don't need to tell me what I'm good at
I know my ego's big, you knew that
I take my time I'm so selfish
I don't give
will you please stop me? Cuz
I'm just trynna have a good time
Party like it's 92'
We gon' party like it's 1992
We gon' party like it's 1992
We gon'
bricks (to projects bricks, y'all)
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix (you know)
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now
Now check it
bricks (to projects bricks, y'all)
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix (you know)
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now
Now check it
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