Lyrics:
testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
the Sopranos
I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's
Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is
When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled
I got
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Ma! I think it's safe to say
You ain't seen a player lay this way
Or player game this way
With an attitude, like, and ya
Young C.O.D I think I need a toast
She hit my line said I'm doing the most
This shit so cold get it coat
Pull up on me and you know that a nigga went
I'm Dave Robert Jones
More commonly known by my stage name David Bowie
And I'm one of the most
Influential artists of the 20th century
Alright well you
[Intro]
Neverrr know how much I love you (woo!)
Neverrr know how much I care (No I.D.)
And when you put your arms around me
I get the fever
closest friends
And keep yo grass low to catch them snakes tryna slither in
Surrounded by the fake s***, got away, wasn’t fittin’ in, let me fill you in
to be discrete
Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet
You have can't beat a handicapped
As for me I mastered the art of MC
It was all before BC
Yea. They’ trained to go.
If you don’t know, well, I bet that you know now. (know now) Hey!
We from the bottom. Ain’t scared if it go down.
Written by
you a dropout, get a job
But that was way before I found myself on every blog
And everyone who told me I'm a problem
Well, it paid off coz it look like
black and white
Y'all fuckin' pawns sacrifice, don't get mad when we bite
Yuh!
Yo, you heard 'bout the new guy?
Yeah, uh, some shit like that
Yeah,
Don't get it though, how can you stick
With a fair lass
I move bare mad
Like Ibrahimović
You are what you get away with
And I get away with Mazza's
Birds
teams better step up
no u shoulda kept up
now u gettin smoked on the feild by aaron stecka
who u gunna get man
we still got michael pittman
howard
like the bass drum beat
We're gonna give till you move your feet
You know by the way that you shake it on the dance floor
People in the club screaming
get off of kicks, vick your flick
Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
The L, L, C, O, O, L J Period now you know bro!
N-I-T-R-O yo go for what
big Tytus Howard make Me like a Texan
Play with Neek it get corrected if You ain't get the message
Goin lunatic swerve through Lou With swerve and Danny
a fool for you
I'd give you all of me if I could get all of you
Cause you not like other girls, different class different schools
Aint nobody badder than
there for you
Nothin' but love
Hit-boy on the boards
Your man, the maestro himself, Mr Jones
It's just natural like
That's what it gotta be
Shout
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
retreat
You know my status, everything's Mar-vel
Hard shell shots will tear you up
Now you scar well
Bizarre hell, I'll take you there
Never fear
know
Well, bitch, remind me cause you sucking dick
And live on the pole
I be so tired of bitches trying me, they know I'm on go
Pussy hit harder than
forehead, momma knows I mean well,
Cocaine bought me everything I ever had,
And I ain't neva' been scared that's been my very last,
Cause I can get it back,
yeah you know
Ayo Jeff
Ayo Javlin
Bro
Is the edit good? Export's done?
Man, this export is taking forever
Alright coo
Might as well just hop on this song
rich while I'm getting old
All eyes on the stove tell me it'll get you high and it's getting sold
I was selling hats down on Howard road
First time
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