Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
diss me in my zone
See i'm way farther then fed up cuz i've been prone
To getting attacked by dumb bitches that
Cannot own
Their own shit
So they gotta
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
I aint even feel like i knew how to flex
Used to eat at niggas crib down at their house now i X Caret
I really did have to find myself but i wont tell
don't have friends
Well I do have friends but you know what I mean
At times I feel alone when I roll 10 deep
Like I'm in a crowded room and it's still
Sipping Henny by the gallon
Snatch these hoes with all my talents
Snatch these hoes like i got talons
Wear my scars like neck medallions
Room is crowded
all day
Yeah
Huh I stay to the top
House on Mt. Everest
These girls wanna get tagged by me
Cause they know MZH IT
Turn the bed room to a rodeo
She ride
stations cause (Cuz) they not ours
Couch potatoes get fried by radiation that scatters
Double-time on the counter, I'm a hundred kinds above the line
That
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
your label kissin ass like a damn sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label
Meet me tonight by the bombed out carnival.
We'll hide out where the house of mirrors is smashed up like an icicle field.
We'll hide in the ferris
of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
Tebow
Yeah interviews with Ebro
Yeah interviews with Nardwuar
Cause my music go hard
Bags made by Goyard
Want a nice house
With a big yard so my dogs
sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes watchin' the news
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to Sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's
conflicted didn't know where to fit in
Put under so much pressure he couldn't eat his provisions
The years have gone by he's now in high school
Developed his
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
house
My only option's to cum on the floor
Good dick is hard to find so seek me out
I'll give you the header
If you're a woman I will come and eat you
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
down) selling by the G (the g)
My partner having Addy's (my partner) I wont never go to sleep (I'm up)
I said fuck the job (fuck that) imma serve these
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)
Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm
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