Lyrics:
boys and her name is Mary Jane
'Cause I burn (big dope) with my dogs
Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log
In my dressing room but
here thinking that you HOT HOT HOT
You wanna beef over a THOT THOT THOT
I'm fucking her your claiming that? HA HA HA
Your such a thug huh? why you
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
Verse1
Ya boy has landed I’m scanning and doing my damn thang,
Now I’m winning the fast lane cats wanna act strange,
There’s no question and doubt
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
And you close in on me
I can hardly breathe
Boy you get me weak
Trouble is this has been goin on for sometime
I'm gettin' addicted to your affection
Every
has a whole new meaning
I know I just met her but her spirit is a killer
Was a hot girl summer
Now it's goth girl winter
She took me by the hand, got
had ta show ha how I felt wen I was in Iraq
Bitch Ima bossman why you think I got 2 3 jacks
How you can’t tell you know a duck by how it walk an quack
I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (boom!)
dressin'
I'm Tesla testin', Devil Prada wearin' the angels starin' got these demons wrestlin'
Screamin' let me be uneasily, I breeze by these beats break
a car hop
You can catch me riding ina striker with a hot glock
Fat boy ass was coming out the crib they gave him plenty shots
Nigga upped a choppa it
Little girl was down by the waterside
The sun so hot and the roses so red where she lie
As little boys sit and watch as she twirls all around
that thang, that ""Ha!""
That's why he got it all in the background though
The boy James Brown talkin' bout ""Ha!""
That what, that what, that what he
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Showin' you the pain I
and dough oh boy
Going higher and higher and higher
Nothing has changed
Ballin' everyday we're the same
Living like the boss of the game
Man nothing has
the boy (chebe the boy)
Do You know the billing diokpa? (eeh)
By killing the billing naru aka (eeh)
The billing is healing akpa afia (akpa)
Some guys di
Yeah
With a remix
Emcee & me your boy Whodini
It's all about us
Hello again
Gassed by the Foodchain
Chillin in the studio
I didn't have shit to do
got more than that,
Boy cause here we come...
2nd Verse (Dat Boy Supa)
Afro futuristic samurai
like I'm Saitama
every verse I write is penned by
Light
what to do or say,
But stay with me until the sun has gone away,
And I will chase the boy in you away.
And then she smiled and we talked for
Boy I drop dead for you
I'm drop dead gorgeous for you
Boy I drop dead for you
Drop dead only for you
If I wore mascara
The lines were running down
on this soda
Plug came over said boy
About to load ya
Sold so much green
I got sued by Crayola
12 raid the spot
Burn that Shìt in the sofa
I gas that hoe
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