Lyrics:
on the radio
Look its tpain
NOPE Just another wanker tryin to autotune the game
Jay Z makin my ears grow mold
Shady on too much valium to tell him that he old
BISON
It's KING BISON
Heavyweight
King BISON
King BISON
Yeah
Heavy weight
Loaded on the incline
I lift it steady
Off the shoulders
Imma bench mines
You
now and later and sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they
Of the slaves that they treated like dirt
After all that hard work
(kid capri)
Clap your hands to the beat, c'mon, just clap your hands to the beat
Freak it now
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
did "Ether"
Jay-Z wouldn't want none either, pussy
You was beggin' for some smoke with the kid
Then you got some
You shot your homie by mistake with
whip, bitch, it's newer than yours
Off on that backboard, yeah
That's how I score it
You know that bringin' my Glizzy on buck
I hit her so good, she gave
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
really be some lames
You had a friend his name was jay
And y'all still friends up till this day
Who would think the day he'll go behind your back
Would
shit
I can't let it faze me
Tryna be a product of the hood
Tryna run this shit up like I'm Jay-Z
Got this devil on my shoulder
I can't let him take me
I
dirt all by my lonely, lonely
Her husband made her block me for commenting on her picture
Shorty know I'm cool I was only fuckin witcha
Her man insecure,
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
pimping, and spending cheese you will never live that Jay Z life
I spent time on a pulpit, pointing out culprits
One finger pointing out, three pointing
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
aint gotta two-way, you gays
this is not beef
this is rap hommie
i don't have a scratch on me
you feel Jay soft
rip jay off
damn im only worth over
Yo mans ride/
Bitch I put my team on we got each other shoulders
Leaned on, cream long, violate your Team gone/
I Really Lived the Street-Life You used
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
maybe (Maybe)
Fuck condom, baby (Baby)
Fuck money, Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Fuck a joint, hazy (Hazy)
Fuck a three, Larry (Larry)
Fuck a whip, Mercedes (Mercedes)
lately
More money can't ever change me
And these games can't ever play me
Imma really be paid like Jay Z
And I'm plotting my steps y'all in trouble in now
devastation
Whole place burned down in damnation
Just cut to the part where you pay me
All that talk you got don't phase me
Basically I'm on my Jay-z
Stop
cause his fam is crooks
Man they push more weight then Jay-Z
Off the books and Dick Cheney stay in beef like P, caught in a jux
So felonious, masonic
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