Lyrics:
fickleness often can't name
some hoe shit orchestrated yet ever done (I could never)
By the klan 'scuse myself show one flaw
Gave you niggas few passes assists
Urban baby like ray ray
Making movies like ray j
Making movies like ray j
Celebrate my bday can't wait til it's May Day
While the comp screaming May Day
With two K's like Kanye's wife
That's Ray J height
Then I'll pop till every family member shot
Infra dot, shinning red like a break light
But I ain't
a zinger piece
Kill a beat mana don't care you can bring a g
Spin a C dodge tha M I'm a sinner see
Left man leaking out like tin of beans
Left man leaking
me
Wey just dey scatter my brain (ah, scatter brain)
Thug lovin' when I put you in your place
I can tell you love it, just by lookin' in your face
never been
I could be the one if you want
When you want, come and say my name (huh)
Pack a bag, we can run, do our ting in the sun, catch rays
man Polo promotion
And I can't wait to go out and hear some
[Chorus]
Jumping music, swift d.j.'s
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend
hurry up, bang
Open your mouth 'cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso
Born in a big top, magical mijisto
Dead body disco,
J]
I think she knows that I'm tryin' to get at her
I'm a go ahead and try to put in work
Whats your name, whats your number can I hit you up
If
off
Rain
I feel it on my head
My hands
You can feel it on your hands
My blankey
Time cemented
Drops suspended slow
Shine through the pine
Pop a splendid
the lights off
And no socks
Suckin' toes
With some lemon
No detox
You can hit record
For a reward
Hit up Ray J
Why that tape up on reload
Hit up Netflix
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
and the found, finally found my wolf pack
Homie got a problem, together we attack
The fact that you cap on hatred, that's whack
Ray Charles can't see em', hit
you chose the wrong lover
By the way that You play your game
Put a talk that your field done changed
But baby now all you can say for yourself is I
I'm really stepping up my game
These bitches gotta start paying me for this
Can't get no more free, Randy
Got everything, I got everything
I
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
I get home to you mama you always tell me
''Ray you ain't got nooo sense''
[Chorus]
But on the other hand baby
You I can understand
Ah, But when
like a real thief
Stole my heart and ran away with it
Thank God you ain't play with it
You had it first like when Ray J did it
Now a young nigga can
He's my number one(X6)
They keep telling me don't trust a beautiful girl
But they can't get no girl like me
Sexy like a strip show
But she got
And the turntables turn and that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's afro, as mama taps her toes as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house, in search
on the river of joy
If i'm the player, then your my toy
Just follow me slow, sexy
Overeasy rhymes are delivered by me
Cause you're the one that i desire
It
Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
conversation
By the way you bitin' on your lip just gave me confirmation (mm)
What's that Chanel 5? Very sexy fragrance
Are those your real eyes? Can tell
have to play no games
I don't want to wait no more
Tell me when we can hit the door
C'mon and slide back let it go
O Let's do things nobody knows
Sexy
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