Lyrics:
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I
Ghostwrite y'all niggas some lyrics, whatever y'all niggas need, man
We out here (haha)
Y'all ma'fuckas never seen niggas like us
We the real deal, we
niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my
claiming?
Gonna make an old man get his shoes out
And throw one down to slam dunk on them
Every time the leaves start turning brown getting through
[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns
tax of what you half earn
so man smoke the grass herb to calm nerves
a lot man can't work
they know the the answers
rather flip dark first
or then
versus different chemicals
When they go strumming my veins
I'm laughing through my teeth, I'm a beaten animal
So with my hands in my pockets and my shoes
of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm
b som goody 2 shoes
Or I dey com save the world like som Scooby Doo dude
I get ma own ways
More times man dey 4get in blessins 4 being here 2day
mean? You know how we do.
16 9 13 16 ya dig? True story, man. They writin’ history for who?
Not me, man. BASKO, nigga. Y’all know who it is.
Lyrics by
yours
You even get mad, that's just the way it is
You know she walk like that talk like that, dress like the s***
She 5'5 got brown eyes you damn
Where you from?
They don't make em like you
Damn yo body so magic mami
Where they make em like you cause you poppin'
I could tell just by the shoes
of shoes, get shirts by the caseload
Size 48 jeans, how did they make those?
New Eras we take those, givin' us good clothes
Nothin' when you broke, when
olympic mile runners on they last lap
The kid fresh like Blade Brown on Class act
Always doing research I’m a lab rat
Researching how to redefine this dad
Where you from man them bitches be some real suckers
Catch him down bad, nigga ain't gone know what hit him
Work the brown bag til I made a pretty nickel
stay looking hunk
Day goes on
Time goes by
Turn some music on
Look at the sky
Brown paper bag taking a sip
Walking the streets
Shit my life’s a clip
cool
Been a Goddess, so I play by my own rules
Sucked to the paper like a motherfuckin' purple glue
Got him overthinkin', man, what she bout to do
We
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely
Held goals
Into the forest under the billowing
front to back
Side to side, All across the map
Rappers acting like some bitches man who taught you that?
fake flexing on the Instagram who bought you
from the dealership?
I’m just asking. No need to act serious
Yo. I’m curious tho, are you down to ride ma?
See you gotta lotta black and that brown pride
place
Run off course like Charlie Brown and still win the race, uh
Kurtis Blow heard us flow
Told me, Side one day y'all gonna rule the world
I said, Kurt
and I can't walk straight
I got the juice in here
Can tell by my neck and my shoes in here
Got bitches that wanna get nude in here
I am the truth in here,
(Uh)
Sipping on my maggy
Step up on my shoes,
I’ll get to double tappy
Niggas funny, ha ha ha,
they come like Eddie Caddie
All you niggas fassy,
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