Lyrics:
Know you fucked up, but I'm fucked up too
Leave your girlfriends at home, come slide, let's try sum new
Got a few songs that'll set the whole mood
moving slow
Something new
Let me show you the ropes
All the sights no one knows
I think you'd find it cool
Where the wild things go
Now that time's moving
a "Hemi"
I'm the V-12 in that 760, you niggas bitches
We real niggas with G-codes
We love to go in beast mode
We thuggin', we all got bread so if we fall
a "Hemi"
I'm the V-12 in that 760, you niggas bitches
We real niggas with G-codes
We love to go in beast mode
We thuggin', we all got bread so if we fall
timin', everybody's confused
This is that extension
I heard it on the news
They try to kill us dead or
Keep us as live food they try to feed on
Niggas like
letter to let you know
I'm really leaving
And, no, I'm not keeping your shit
Heard you got some new homies
Got some new hobbies
Even a new hoe, too
Instead of meat I eat veggies and pussy
I like them both fresh, like them both juicy
I ride my bicycle to work instead of a car
All of my
of Harlequin
Ohh
In the night
When she's all by herself, oh
That's the time
She'll be cryin' for help, oh
In the night
When there's noone in sight
comes now
Hey guys!
Where have you been?
Man, I've got a story to tell!
Hit it!
Saw a homegirl at the corner store
Eyes started bugging, mouth
thoughts (in my mind)
Threw away the map now I'm lost
Now I got girls in my DM takin' shots
But she gotta be my wifey if she wanna new watch
That's how it
clip our wings
We gon still be fly
You can never break
What's hand made by God
America I got a Question
Why's all the killing in these streets
Why
doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you behind
I know that I've been living
In the city of stars
Where there's these flying cars
A brand new
(Stars)
I be so high I be seeing stars
Nearly got hit by a speeding car
I been on the road no humble abode
And now I don't know what the reasons are
Watchu
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
Yo I’m chilling up my way now
Can’t just wait
I’m living up only on the
Day by Day
Yo we ‘bout to fly up like "ayy"
I can’t just wait
My head’s
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags
control
I'm smoking gas round the muhfuckin' house
You might as well call this shit here some sage
I lock in, I level up everyday
I got a bit in
to chase it in the realest ways
I swear I got that shit up out the grave
I'm here no matter what they say
I came a long way from used J's, old days, old
this bad news
Bad news, this shit is bad news
Wifey ain't write me in the week
I'm in the hole, gotta wash up in the sink
This shit is bad news, nigga
Skrt off in a urus all by myself
Made it alone I never needed help
Got love for the three's over them you get kilt
Dissin' the gang you get put
wearing
You know they gotta let that booty breathe
Gotta let that booty breathe
Mr booty loose, can I take my things and go, got a meeting on the news
the Stranje
I was wit all my homies finna
Ninja smoke homie
Dere she goes
Ggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaa
My name is, J.Megtron, rap style dexterous Hold ya nose for
plaid that's on the way
I got a couple millis on the way I got some bad bitches that's on the way
I got a couple racks that's on the way They like, C.J
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