Lyrics:
he left no jaded witnesses
Rappers suck, when they spit I doubt 'em
The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the fuckin' shit out 'em
Psht, time
I don't know what you want me to do (I don't know what you want me to do)
Man don't tell me what to do (Man don't tell me what to do)
I got, a lot
Move to her own time
That rum or vodka
And she mix it with that lemon-lime
Tha-tha-that lime and lemon
I've met a lot of women
She got me saying "Oh No
did that, my respects to you I'm still praying for some relax.
In hard times ain't a lot funny 'cause people doing anything trying to get some money.
the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
Hot, every time that we hit up our spot
the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
High, every time that we hit up our
Would ya ride for me? Would you stay down?
Be loyal and never lie to me?
I guess time will tell, but you fine as hell
Designer smells
Hypnotic
what they all came for I was untied i got grabbed
Am balling on every season God is with me big facts
Rich steppers all around with me
They don't fake
neva gon catch a nigga sippin triss
And i be out da mix
Wit dis shit
Rather link up and handle bidness ian droppin no diss
Nigga pass me da brown
Like
Im taking no prisoners im going all the way
I Had to jacob the freezer
Looking for a clear path call upon Jesus
Alot of people walk beside try
sip of some nice cold coconut milk
That's enough to get me feeling higher than I've ever felt
Mix it up with a little bit of green man
Every day I
Check it
c sound so glorious
Reminds me of times when I worked for this
Produced by Sikk
Used to mix on a iPhone
Closet soundproofed
It's hard
cause you love me and
You got a lot of options keep it running
While my head is under your faucet
The squirt of affection quickly tells
You I'm not
Verse 1:
Afrobeat with American heat
Hints of overcoming slavery so sweet
Notes of wrath there’s no retreat.
Got um licking chops over some
Yea yea yea
It is what it is
Yea
Always got summin to say how bout we shake it
They tell me zay just leave it alone I've been inflated
By all
Whole Lot Of A sense -
Went from rags to riches I ain’t sacrifice a lamb
If he a rat get rags and stitches scare him off make em scram
Why they
Out on the weekend
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
movin link me up
I know u got the genes we can mix it up
Ride or die u can be the one
Nevah go why
By my side
I slide
In ur body
Baby come ride
Let's ride
to my wife instead of late nights
Always been an open book, straight up like 6 o'clock
When the crowd stops coming, time for the mic to drop
I remember
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my
are straight
negitive birth by rate
only a matter of time before you start to mate
why last ten commercial all the couples mix raced
you think im
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