Lyrics:
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
seems like boys mad at that
You was sharp homie where the hell is your dagger at
I was a fan sitting up in the stands
When it was M E T H O D man
You hear
seems like boys mad at that
You was sharp homie where the hell is your dagger at
I was a fan sitting up in the stands
When it was M E T H O D man
You hear
seems like boys mad at that
You was sharp homie where the hell is your dagger at
I was a fan sitting up in the stands
When it was M E T H O D man
You hear
wit y'all
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up what
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
my cause they can't even cash it
Not fighting over a man, the boy mine like Brandy
I'm not sweet bitch, I'm not candy
Don't make me call the dogs like
and said who you?
His partner asked me, "Ain't you?
Let me see some ID yep it is Brandy!"
" (I uh) I think I'm liking your hair do"
" (I uh) I see you
Yeah
I'ma blow up like propane
Weatherman, I could make that pussy rain
She said boy you nasty
Issa classic
Let's get ratchet
Booty fat, sheesh
Savage
about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
Eat my madame, she orgasms
Taste like Magnums, how it happens
I sip Brandy, not too handy
With the tool, but it's coolio
Been a lost boy like Rufio
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
look at all these free things I can find!
They're all mine!
They're all mine!
Try to stop me are you blind?
I got to take all of these things
Before
We just serve on different side
This is for me and mine
toot my own horn but I'm a cold train
What yo name is girl let me tell you mine
I'm the trill OG and I be out here on the grind
The game ain't
it's a pop fly
Recognition, little boy, yeah, I got mine
All the fake stuff, yeah, you can have it
Playing with me little boy, it's gon' be tragic
Yeah,
spicy P hit my spin move, korean she want that BBQ with the soju, she Brandy she say the boy is mine, but I don't know you, take yo ass to redtube
out of your Camry
If not I'll hide the medicine inside of your brandy
Cause I know that y'all boys gotta be drunk
To think that Chamillionaire gonna be
I nut all inside her and gave her a Plan B
Broke boy you be sipping on E&J Brandy
No favorite rapper cuz I do not dick ride
Talk like you big IRL you
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
you know I leave you over mine
And yeah love they have to grieve you over mine
It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this
Uh, the boy H-O behind
fokken boek groot in die bolyf, maar lig in die broek
Tel die Energade op, Brandy moet jy neersit hang nog by clubs uit al is ons amper 40
Date net dom
boy Jase his mine
The greatest minds
Stubborn as rarse
Ain't no debating I
First date is a vibe
Trust that I ain't been this waved in time
Jordan 4s
Many strange things happen in a studio while the mic is live
Yo, yo, yo, yo, get crackin'
It's the one an' only Buc-mutha-fuckin' Fifty
Up
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