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on him
He heard his homie got signed by a legend
This the same nigga he could call, leave his mama the message
That's the same homie you got jumped,
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
she a fan
Catch me if you can, it's the gingerbread man
You already know by the album, see the movie, read the book
It's God Level
Billy Goat
It's J.
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie
They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block
at her.
Every other chick becomes a blur.
Be my misses I'll be your sir.
I love her, the way she is, the way she are, a shooting star.
And I pray that you
Met some chicks that hate men
Those them chicks that hurt me
As a result turned savage
Reason why some women hate me
I apologize but at least I made
to listen to that joint L made"
Word up
That's the joint you gotta listen to, why know what I mean?
Check this out why y'all
I got the key that fits
cousin
We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me
I ain't never back down from a fight in my life
Big Yock slapped you, you went
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
I'm still grieving
Summer time come by, baby i'm still bleeding
How we get this high, I can't believe it
Did you wrong, impeded spite
What's all that
[incomprehensible] like you don't care
If you ?bout it I don't doubt it
Show me that you're sho? ?nuff ?bout it, ?bout it
(Try something different here why?all, ey ey)
win
When on the cusp of greatness
Don't get accustomed to making friends
Momma told me the shit that makes
A man is to make amends
Was never into all
I told shawty let's run it
If she keep it one hundred
Yeah you know how I'm coming
Put my dick in her stomach
Ooh
I told shawty let's run it
Yeah
I
two times u just know i don't claim,
Verse
Ur flow is a little bit wreck,that's what they say when it comes to my verse,
i can't be chasing this
See by now I know your girl dun' told you she lovee the sound of my voice
They say, "Drama, we like when you talk that shit"
So I guess your chick
ass then she let it drop
Slowing it down no one told you to stop
Screaming my name when I'm hitting the spot
She told me her name I already forgot
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
I got wavy wit it
Love this chick, I'm like Brady winning
Turn me on, where we belong
Ice on wrist, put my baby on
I got that Jesus, I'm eating that
at writing
Jotted down some lyrics and I found it so exciting
See the powers in the wisdom that you're not afraid to share
Booked a couple sessions and I told
like "wassup"
I told 'em: "follow me"
They knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling
would've had em
What we don't know is that it was
Eve and then it was Adam
And they gon hate me for that
But I'm flying high as Aladdin
And I told you
Moving
papi let me take ya home"
And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch)
Verse 1:
I got this chick from Cali,
low
Get it on the floor
You the baddest chick up in here
Let them hating bitches know
So much haters in the room
They may claim that they like we
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