Lyrics:
aiming for the throne
No baby seats
You or ya man get it
We sending shots at ya hea
Ny style like a rude boy yankie fitted
Like bottle drinks wit no sip in
little of what was in their fate
Not knowing their lives would be destroyed by hate
But it was all good as long they had faith
This man is broken and he's
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to do this
This is not the right time for me to force myself to be with you right now
Uh-huh
Gotta know
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
try to get along
The package is a deal, the body is it real
Im ready girl Im taking you on
Lil sexy
Imma hold it down
(Hold it down girl)
We gon go
I just want to do something real to you
Like a real brother is suppose to do
Tell me how you feel baby
I'll give you something real baby
Let's not
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
still fuck them don’t care if they kinfolk
Fuck a pig I don’t care if you Winslow
Yeah she thick but she is not a ten though
Got a Asian bitch Ms
makes me feel alive
When I got my baby by my side
Summertime, baby this is where we vibe
And no, I don't know what it is, but it just makes me feel alive
Been getting rich (Yup)
Since I was a Jit
We got it lit, bring her straight to the crib, she brought all her friends
We are not working for nothing
They
wanted was the tank
Chorus: mac ( ms. peaches)
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (it's cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I
to correct me be ready for heat
The struggle to write, is not what it seems, to spit on the mic
It's envious Queen, It's Envious Queen
The trouble I've gone
just rap to stay alive
And do it spitefully
I do it real life
While you’re on IG
Tik Tok, outta' time
‘Cause I’m not a tween
Don’t do it for the Vine
is the bank, baby (Got it on smash)
Purple drank, baby (OG Parker)
everyday I try to repent
They praying for bread
I prey the lord will show me my gifts
As real as it gets
I know I wasn't alone when I slipped
Had to learn
There are some things you cannot unsee
Mass prison
Man, listen
This is Caste division
In the inimitable words of Ms. Wilkerson
If not for you, read it
listen up kids, this is for the elementary
A bitch get hungry, then you tell her never message me
Ask if she meant anything, tell the bitch no
You was way
quenepas
Head so good kick off my chancletas
Down for whateva up and stuck like it's Vecna
Ms. Slim thick I flip her like an arepa
Excalibur wielding trojan
The Wonder Kid
It's funny cuz everything you not is everything he is
And everything he's not we don't worry about that shit
With no further ado turn
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
drink till I'm faded my cup is a chalice
I travel light cuz my body the package
My shit be bangin dat shit doin damage
I'm for the ladies but not
preposterous is that?
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread
preposterous is that?
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread
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