Lyrics:
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
Buss gun, buss juj, buss case
I'm on a damn mission
I know man with no goals or no ambition
The only thing he thinks
About is fucking murder
Send your
your cup
So we can get right, before the night is up
We can get right, right
Tonight, right
(We can get right)
Yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
to realize man
That the world is bigger and richer
I be living my best life tonight
Just wan have fun and good time tonight
Ye humm
Best life best life
I be
I just keep up all the pieces that I left you in
Hoping praying when I'm home I see you again
And you understand I'm being the man I need to be
it by yourself
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Well is you single? Where my single ladies?
Stacked your bread and bought your own Mercedes (vroom, vroom)
You your
tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom
what's cool
Tryin' to figure out what to rhyme about
I heard your mans ran crying to his mommy and his daddy
When the cops drove by his house
So who
soleil
Au milieu de la nuit
Stone
The world is stone
I'm looking for the sun
In the middle of the night
J'sais pas si see'est la terre
Qui
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
you can handle the pace boy
You see the thing is don't you talk to me in that tone
Think you're Spider-Man with no way Home
You see the thing is you're
the nasty, all night long
Make your body scream and moan
Tell your man that we're some kin
Play it off and bring a friend
I got backstage passes for you
Wait a minute muther fucker
What you say bout me?
Independent ladies can you stand up
You don't gotta please your man tonight your single
You got it got
Wait a minute muther *****
What you say bout me?
Independent ladies can you stand up
You don't gotta please your man tonight your single
You got it got
man
Whoo
Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on, on your side
Billy wrote a letter back home to Patty's parents, trying to explain
He said we're both
Sad Hill, IAM, and Sunz Of Man
Royal Fam rule, IAM, you know the jam
Faf Larage, wrapped in camouflage
Hip-hop in Mars to Medina is fuckin' large
Man, What Do You Wanna Do
When The Party Is Through
And A Lady Wanna Go Home With You
You Search Your Pocket, Ya Soon Aware
That You Don't Have Enough
I'm dummy so I spend my money on ice
She gotta man but she left him at home I guess she finna love me tonight yeah
If I told her once never told her
you by my side
Why don't you get up on the road?
I like the way you ride
Got you ripping off your clothes
I-I-I-I need to know
I know we feeling high
Listen
Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
It's thirty degrees, Thursday
You work late, you was with a perv making
But the world is still yours
Yeah the world is still yours
And the world is still yours
Yeah the world is still
And the world is still yours
Yeah yeah
used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said
your, typical man I understand
But if you believe what I'm saying then grab my hand
Baby can we be alone tonight
I'm just tryna kick it stay at home
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
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