Lyrics:
baby it's going to be alright
But I know her thoughts
Uh
Now on this beat I had to skip on the bass
Baby come back to me like you miss base
Look at my
the way you look inside
Tell me (What) kind of vibe do you wanna find
Do you day dream, do you save me
Ohhhh Barefoot Jones
Now there was a fella you took
good at the awards (right right)
[Mr. Roam]
Now when I recite, you like that my man on the mic
You all ready to vent (vent)
I'm trying to pay the rent,
instead
Get you two bird brains to can it
Like you were two cans of Campbell soup
Now dammit you can just shut up or get cut up
Okay now you clam chowder
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up
Turnin up the temperature, hold them kids that entered the
36th, master mix shit
Biohazardous,
that behind
Lift the arms
Exhale just a couple times
Soda lemon lime
Mixing liquor in the night
Casually just riding and I need you by my side, yeah
Mix
the cops to kick the door
Yellin' all you drug addict lookin' asses
Get hands on the floor
Truck look like Mossy Oak
My bitch look like Britney Jones
Got
Ooo, Damn.
I just really gotta say, uh, shout out that nigga PK.
You know what we doing out here.
Ay Slim.
Look.
Ay.
Step out the crib with that
the weather
Know it gets cold on them long nights
It's you I wanna hold on them long nights
We got separated by this long drive
Now I hit your phone to see if
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
(Bennz whatup tho)
Hey
Turn it up a notch, only want the extreme
Tarantino life, only want the big screen
I just want a mix thing not a mixed drink
Look at you talking, talking all day
Look at you acting
I could put you in casting
'Cause my nigga will shoot you in the broad ways
Damn, I'm in
With my face head down just staring at the brown formica
It's safer not to look around
I can't hide my feelings from you now
There's too much love
Terrance Howard I stay pimping
Pragmatic so I stay simping
Messy boy but I stay dripping
Blow some money just to kill my liver
Smoking stimmy pack by
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
HOWARD STARK
This is the key to the future.
I'm limited by the technology of my time.
But one day you'll figure this out.
And when you do...you will
pussy (come here daddy)
(Who she talkin' to?) (Ooh, you look so good)
Flossy P, slap this bitch
(Wait, wait, bitch, back up)
She was just a groupie
to the game
And after datt I'm catching plays
Now I'm just tryna say
I made it look it easy
But what I'm supposed
My role model was big breezie
just usin' you for yo' cash (Good for you)
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It's that time of the year, so I'ma talk about
bars? Penitentiary (Facts!)
Ain't got no time for no rap beef (No)
I'm grown, you still wearing nappies (Uh)
Got the loud and the mud by the fanny (Blow!)
of doors
Man, you're big enough to be an athlete so
You ever play any sports?
Just a little figure skating
Why don't you come up to the house and
Play some
Screaming JD won't you look me in my eyes?
Girl, I can't
I'm in a range
My bad a Ford Fusion
My fault for the confusion
Bae, I'm just hallucinating
I'm just
Yeah
I got this bitch turnt up right now
That bitch a lie
I Mac her out yeah
I Mac her out
I don't know these niggas by name
I just know them by faces
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