Lyrics:
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,
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
stops
That's the end case, nah dawg
Not me, not there, not G
I've got bread on my beef like Soulja
You've got rice, I've got keys, I told you already
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
that I Ate
You stay over there and eat Them rotten steaks with snakes
Boy I tell you about these dude Looking chicks in the face
They be hit every way
The next time that I see you
I grew up, talking Chi-town slang
Never played soccer but loved to kick game
Loved chicks with thick frames
And big-lipped
rap
Let's go come on ok yeah
I don't spit punchlines no I spit punch ropes
That hit harder than the boxers getting punched on the ropes
Know who you
Told her I ain't done nun yet
Told you that it ain't the time to flex
Shocking if you saw what came next
Niggas love to stay pressed
Fuck yo evil eye
I saw a vision the other night
That didn't sit right
And she told me all about her dream's
That nightmare was disguised
Told me that she saw me die
(Hit-Boy)
A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas
I turned blocks to beaches
By the time you see us, we just turned tides even
Cuban chain,
yeah
I'm a bad boy, flexing with some chicks, yuh
I'm a weird boy, smoking on some Brit's, yuh
Who dat boi (Skrrrrrr) i'm that boy
Yeah, yeah, I got
going want assignments
But you not even my chick
You always playing mind tricks I think that you a psychic
For Christmas give me my shit
Because if you
starts knocking
And the drinks start popping, then you say
Pass me the Patron & then her panties gone
And when you're out club hopping
And the chick start
at night
She want to tell me something what she told,
She told me that she love the life that i chose
She makes me want to pull out my phone
And write
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
one's enough for me to prove
Cuz she badder than your chick with an ass fatter than your chick too
I'm a badass, you's a fucking pussy boy
I face
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
of confidence, you build when you believe
Forget chasing livelihoods, go and chase your dreams
I’ve been told many times, by many different teachers
"This all
he’s got two (got two)
I’m like babe (like babe) that’s how we do
(that’s how we do)
No, no, no you man can't do it like me
Nope, you can't do it like me
Got a new chick
I can’t say her name
Brown eyes, cute skin, call me everyday
She ain’t fucking with you niggas told her stay away
And she a bad bitch
three girls on the elevator 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?"
"Ya that's
three girls on the elevator 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?"
"Ya that's
more chicks than a hatchery
Hoping I could prove that I'd rather she would get back to me
That demeanor attracted me, in the past tense
Cause now that I
and believers. This was the album inspired by all Emotions that would attribute the deep and uncontrollable need of someone
In my case my amazing wife!
The rock
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