Lyrics:
come from yard not Accra
Still I flex with my affs, flex with my yardies back of the dance with my chales & my charges everybody happy n winning so were
JammaBeats jayMighty
JayMighty step round them, grab that skeng
Man done been all over their ends
Try come Penge, nearly got kwenged
I love MR WOT
it
Crown up by the wrist and I'ma live it
Get up out the way if you ain't with it like
MOVE all I really see is fake bosses
They ain't got hands, can't
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
mothers used to do
They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat
And leave the rest to providence and Paddy McGinty's goat
Mrs Burke to her daughter
well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore"
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can
(Uh)
I feel like girls on me locked in a sleeper (Look)
Man's got bars for days, bars for hours (Yeah)
Girls get my bed all wet after showers (Uh)
I
will lose
I see a party balloon
And I ain't been invited
Hey, look at that moon
There ain't nothing like it
All grey and gold
Down on Jubilee Road
onslaught of nerves
a bustle, a pound
my body found the ground
slowly surrounded by a society now spying me
Shall we try diplomacy?
My future looks
In the lonely streets of every town
In the home of Mr. Jones
The men all sell their souls to love
But their women sleep alone
The women sell their
keep changing our lives stop, look and listen
It's destiny calling you (when destiny's calling you)
Looking back remissing changes long gone by
spittin' looks more like unvoluntary droolin'
Say I'm stupid for entertain rumors
But I heard you give your favorite producer
head in trade for his creative
well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be
flavour on brothers
She can?t find Mr. Right
No no no no no
But she sure knows how to choose him right
She?s got the craft to make him spot on
Her
gone big blow!
Wanna beef, motherfucker?!
Ain no problem with that!
I barely hit you in ya chest
Made it come out ya back!
And while you put yo look
Still, but that's on me
I still look out for the fleas
Feel like I've got something missing
Who got my back when I lean?
I did them dastardly deeds when
I
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
niggas bang, bang-bang
Now I'm back up on the block, rap shit locked
Pocket full of money, no crack in my socks
Shouts to the homies in jail with no
x2]
Back to '83, the era of the Treacherous Three
When the Cold Crush, bumrushed the Force MD's
Now the pussy is free, but the crack cost money, oh
a nigga just swag like that (He did)
Hat to the back, Gucci backpack, spittin' crack on you little niggas
Spittin' facts like that
Coming out the Veg
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family)
World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."
Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy
a guru
they want to hit you back
just to see if your shit is black
jack is back with the facts
and the truth
and nothing but the truth
By Gumo® In
And what you dreamed about is not what you found
Oh, you ask why
There’s a crack in the mirror and time goes by
And its gone in the blink of an eye
on your back is turning you around.
Throw it away, you won't need it up there, and remember
You don't look back whatever you do.
Better start doing it
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