Lyrics:
Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas day
Whose charity is only matched by talent I must say
A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde
mockalee
I'm self motivated and your opinion
Is obsolete
It don't really matter I go and get it no mockery
Till the fat lady opera sing
I'm the modest king
And your tender love
Will all but fly away
And I'll sing the blues
Like the birds on a rainy day
And you'll break my heart
And you'll make me cry
Yes, I
Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas day
Whose charity is only matched by talent I must say
A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde
live it
All day, every days a Billie Holiday
Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way
Have you heard crime pay?
Hit your block like
Collins:
Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas day
Whose charity is only matched by talent, I must say
A new member of the Alphabet City
of the guitar
"Things without all the remedy should be without regard" Lady Macbeth
Death where is thy sting?
In the trails of Sunfish sails and curve
a top case
In the race we done did that, candy blue
In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that
Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
that lady could never sing- It's me
Just touched down and I'm outside
I done seen some shit that make my eyes wide
10 toes down when I'm outside
Make
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
carpet before the tonies
It ain't over till the fat lady sing
And I got that bitch gagged
I been red flagged by these posers that brag
I'm Comcast, they
just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys
Soopafly the pimp rapper, unique with heat like the gun clapper
Comin' out the cut, from the root, and done with laughter
Quite exquisite, I make the ladies
Hey Martin, Play me them blues baby
Yeah like that, that's what I'm talkin' about
Silky smooth
Hey smooth like the way Taryn and I had to rob that
The blue jean baby, L.A. Lady, a seamstress for the band
The pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
a top case
In the race we done did that, candy blue
In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that
Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon
Soopafly the pimp rapper, unique with heat like the gun clapper
Comin' out the cut, from the root, and done with laughter
Quite exquisite, I make the ladies
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