Lyrics:
Five and six she talk with me and think we click
Seven and eight just need my homies and we straight
I make a track and release on the 5th
By the 7th
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
dump
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Seven)
Yo what you need, okay the same thing
(Shit)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Seven, wait)
Eight Oh Four,
BY: Rod Steger & Matt Pence at The Echo Lab: Argyle, TX
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks Enterprises
didn't mind my rusty truck
Swinging by to pick you up
I missed your sweet face, it was six long days
Since I'd got to hang with you
And we'd throw
is a simulation
Eight color assimilation
Six senses calibration
Bibliomancy
Yeah flip the pages of Necronomicon
Pick a phrase what a phenomenon
Nine died,
Ate two seven,
Equal eight,
Who tryna get six next?
Tryna skip the full album
335,
That’s another dead man,
Two shots to his dome,
They say
we're them hot niggas
Sell mo records than Roc niggas
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggas
What's my name?
J the A R.U.L.E. with them
[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll
we're them hot niggas
Sell mo records than Roc niggas
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggas
What's my name?
J the A R.U.L.E. with them
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
beyond our skies
Surfer girls become foxy ladies
Their minds are blowing The flowers calling
Eight miles high and now they're falling
Hot California
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Mop! )
Dig each hot rod supped up hip cat that's in the know! ( Joe, you sure on the go! )
Make 'em vote, drag 'em in! ( Win! )
Remember, it ain't
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
Roll them woods up keep that fire by your side
Nigga throw your hood up Kuz we bangin' till we die
Fuck the club up put your bottles in the sky
Fuck
Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa]
This my New York summer
It be hot as hell, it be hot as hell (8x)
[Verse 2: Frank Knight]
While the streets leveled up
warp four
Warp five warp six
I'm giving her all she's got
Warp seven
Just radiating hot
Warp 8
I brush her hair to the side
When her lips touch mine
him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like over now
I know you want to test rock, what you waitin' for
I live one-thirty-eight basement door
City up
chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like over now
I know you want to test rock, what you waitin' for
I live one-thirty-eight
a lesson
Tryna find a way to talk to you be havin me stressing
I go by Rod and I’m a Christian would you be my Blessing
I love my island girls and trinis
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Never sevens and eights
Just nines and dime pieces
You know me, I’m
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