Lyrics:
Rhythm X
I appreciate it, yeah, the phones are lightin' up crazy
We want the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the contest
Now if you
if we talking hoes or talking dough
Don't get it, well it means I'm getting that for show
I'm getting that for show
You might win some, but you just
rocking
Don't make no mistake I got the bread if you wan cop it
For me they gone spray so if they want want it then they got it
Going up more every year
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
a tan
If you want a verse better come with some bands
Tell all the opps to go check on they mans
Shoot the chop at his feet trying to see if he dance
shit I did it then
You probably wouldn't do the same, I want us both to win
Making all these bad habits just so I can buy a Benz
Fuck whoever hating,
nigga making moves, I'm the fuckin mayne
Old mayne money comin in, call me Marvin Kanes
If I like you then you special
Ion fuck with lames
Fuck the games
(All I want is you, the one I want)
(All I want is you, the one I want)
What type of games is being played? How's it going down?
It's on 'til it's
keep my nose clean
Tryna keep it on the low
But I want you
Im a fiend
You be
All about your dough
I can tell you
Love the green
Independent working
DJ Peek
Wrote a letter to my little dog
They got him still in the system
He talking about in there
You can't be talking about no gang
If you ain't
you want us to move then try and make us
Hey hey hey
Listen up
Blow the doors off and roll them all up in sawdust
If you have problem I wonder why you
To end up dating a rotten fruit
Couldn't you see that I was mad of you?
Like a teenage fan girl of a kpop group
We could have had the perfect dance
If only
With is getting lit niggas take a risk
I made the list and now I rock the bells
You can't even rock a show than
Fuck niggas taught you well
Oh well, I'm
call your phone he can’t reach you
Do not disturb that new feature
Girl by the sound of that voicemail it sound like that nigga home beat ya
On my momma
Bitch what do you want,
Gotta repent (x2)
Verse:
Don’t misrepresent,
Me when you talkin to him,
If you need me then I’ll do what i can,
All that
the ghost stories for the kids nigga, I'm a grown ass man
Let's go, let's go
You can lead a man to a drink
But you can't make him take a sip
You can
Tell ya fans to line us up by favorite rapper guarantee
Rock Paper Scissors with it nigga I'm the best of three
You niggas can't get next to me why yo
fools
How dare they defy me, they'll soon be my tools
They can face me in life, or become my undead
Both ways I win, they've chosen bloodshed
I see you
Christmas forever.
Can you hear me?
I'm talking to you yeah you
Oh can you hear me
I've been here for so long
Trying to write the best song
Oh can
know
And stop talking ‘bout things that you don’t
You don’t want to hear elaborate words
You just want to hear me say where I’m from…
Man, I’m from
'll ever need if you're not well
But That's not entirely enough to solve
The futility of our modern world
It makes us feel so low and small
And breaks
fake
You want to be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it
she's supposed to be
Taking care of you that's
How that's supposed to work i want you to
Come and live with me all
Right? I came into some
Resources i'mma
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