Lyrics:
that night you can't quite recall
fact is boy you can't remember at all
you woke up in the morning with the spinnin head
and a teenage girl lyin next
Daniel, son. Yes, my father. Listen, man, when you go outside, you gotta turn up on these niggas. I got you
Don't play with these niggas, step
a player, I just get buffed a lot
Somethin hot must of dropped, headed up top
On the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see dough
See us flossin, you
your head, I guess I'm Rogaine
All of y'all like layover flights, y'all niggas too plain
You don't need to brag or dress up when all your shit flame
reside in your heart baby permanently
Build a house for me and you and I promise that we will be
Living happily and not a day goes by
That I don't dream
man
To get these words out
In the way I envision it
Elevate by any means so you know I'm gear shifting it
Great Bambino, over the fencing it
No more
the fuck is up? Ay
Man what you gotta say?
As I lie in my dusty old bed no sheets on
My cats walking over my head, they testy
They wanna be fed
No more
Veni Vidi Vici anytime you wanna meet me
Z-o-n-e-0-0, I am one of one
I.m a general so I don't have to squeeze the gun
When its my time its my time
I go to Oxford i go to Oxford
I go to Oxford
(I'm so smart i'm so intelligent)
No sweater slung over my shoulder
Oxford scholar, glad you could
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross
Uh, like what? Who
[Chorus][LMNO]
The revolution is capitolized
Can't beat you over the head besides
What would that accomplish
Let's see who lives the longest
Neither
pus*y boy u simping
Come on don't do all of that Talking
See how this Glock get to Mockin
Glock 3O sound like a walrus
My boys scorching in exotic
Don
the but she aint J Lo
You can’t stay afloat she jumped in my yacht she missed you
Her pussy got chopped and chopped she hopped on my sword like Yoshimitsu
Told bro nem' if we crashed out
We surviving the accident
Finessed her out the head
Like she got braided by the Africans
Jack got the hard for the low
to the head
I been in the rooms with the guns in the couch
He said he was Christian you heard what he said?
Not here to impress, He found me
When everyone left
sticky over paper that's Mod to the Podge
Real rap
Knocked him with a bitch name on his fitted cap
Yall feel that
Bass in the trunk Unky got slap
The Bay
I ain't gon lie, I'll fuck all your bitches word to my mother
I told that bitch I got Fendi all over all my fuckin body, really flexing on you broke
given you under the sun, all your days of vanity,
uva'amal'cha asher atah amel tachat ha'shemesh. for that is your portion in life,
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
to the ghetto sins
Yes that's a ghetto thing, hit with a ghetto swing
If you don't know why I say it, than ask Mr. Rodney King
Cause down in Los Angeles,
demention
Stalked by empty handed henchmen
Force you to listen
Keeping it rugged is the mission
Stomp in Tim boots
Journey inner earth to find worth
Define
Swona ndzi lo mama Xitsonga the best
Ndzi dakwa ndzi lanwa, ndzi longa the rest
Vanhu lava van' lava, they don't got the bread
And they don't got the head
a Lex, a Jag, Land Cruiser and a Benz
And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes
Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a see-lo
Takin care of my peeps
the bush don't wanna see the mad ranger
In Europe startin' a new chapter just hit the pager
Park Side boy on camera with the nice taper
I'll make you sick
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