Lyrics:
& Yeshua Mini-st-ries
Talking about celebrity, ey baba already prophesied,
Calling me celebrity, mmhhh sticking to the prophecy,
Mxm enough ‘bout that, ahh
She outta breathe cause we been cutting like a DJ
She's on top of me, beneath me is the freeway (ooh)
Honey walked up in the club dress lookin' like
freak us
9inemillie
Any weather niggas spin no beyblade
I be outside in the rain like ray j
With the same guys give a fuck what they say
He was
STUCK HOE
TELL ME HOE WHERE YA AT?
I JUST HAD TO RE-UP ON YOU HOES
I GOT BRICKS FOR THE FIX
BY THE BOAT LOAD
AINT SEEN MY FEELINGS
IN SO LONG
I DO MY
up
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
Claymore by his door up, got them blow him up
Ah ha, I don't see shit funny, we stepped on your brother
light rays I make her eye gaze (huh)
2x
Im finna rip this shit like a piece of paper (that's right) he got a bag but he ain't got no flavor (nope)/candy
then bounce
No I ain't money hungry mama always told me
When you pick em out make sure he got that
LAJAN thats straight cash that she talking bout
on the beat so you know this shit is crack
I'ma go stupid gotta let em know I'm back Got a couple people asking' like Ray you still rap?
Got me in my bag now
everything, Imma grind everyday
I'm talking sticky greens
Tom Brady fifty rings
Making women sing, like a symphony
but initially she wasn't into me
I got
picky but sometimes you got to let them in
Lil Momma like to play around
And she love to do it face down
Lil momma got cake town
Shawty go n clap that
came from the salon
Smoked up on a bong
We gon party like I’m home alone
When you wearing tights you just being wrong
Got me thinking nasty shit
Fucking
finna make me feel bad
You ain't finna make me feel
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
She like when I rap
She like when I sing
Yeah, my fuckin' songs got
ahh
Suicidal suicidal suicidal
The pills got me thinking
Suicidal suicidal suicidal
These thoughts got me stinking
And i hold it in cause it hurts
It
me
Leak the vid like we Ray J and KK
That’s so crazy what the hell will my girl say
Girl you know who I am
Damn
Don’t put my business on the Gram
Damn
Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine so
Why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my
bitch make it pop like a Pop Tart
Me and Ray J, we pull up to the scene
Run up the racks then we go to Celine
In one day I ran up a million
Everyday,
on your waist
I know just what you mean by your personal space
And that perfume you sprayed got a wonderful taste
You got water for me 'case I need
the mic. Cowboy controlled the crowd incredibly and mcing got redefined by my elder Bizzy B. The stories I tell are all very real. Cause my MC traditions
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
she attracted to the stelo, swag overweight with the green like Ceelo
She say I'm high def like I'm sponsored by VEVO
I got the green light no ordinary
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
sound like E
Say she wanna bring her partner, okay, that sound like three
Fresh off the yacht, feet in the sand
Walk in the club, me in demand
Got
Your soul is mine
Shawty suck my soul
Like she Shang Tsung
Lighting up them hoes
With my ray gun
Let them bullet holes
Rip your face off
Call me big
the booth
Hit the J
M.I.A
Hit the block
Hit the booth
Then I go
M.I.A
Your bitch said she want me, she fake
I'm just tryna get it everyday
Money over
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