Lyrics:
She's so classy, She's so sexy
I guess she goes by the name Stacey
I prayed and I prayed for these blessings
OLUWA... Nigerian type
A F R C A N (I)
dishing is an old one
I through some soul into my morning bowl
Then I rolled
I took your gold and stopped your singled
Cause it ever never sold
Matter
Led Zeppelin Four and Two
Take Off Your Pants and Jacket by Blink 182
The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me by Brand New
Phrenology The Roots
Foo
a heart without a beat
Mr Tin man
Toto without his bark
Can't speak man
Dorthy without her slippers
Can't Walk man
I spit fire to y'all souls
Every
And on the West, live east of the 110
So get the f*** out my way, ‘cuz I’m going in
Yo, f*** your conversation, I got somethin' to say
Got somethin' for the world by
Don't F up my zen
Don't frick with my vibe
I'm surrounded by angels
I role with the tribe
Got them by my side
That means I'm alright
Don't F up my
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
U-F-C, be my clique me and my boys be just too thick
Me and my
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
my heart and my brain fine
Got a fifth of Henny, I ain't drinkin and driving
Don't avoid your true self, I ain't thinking of hiding
Issa downward
and gentlemen
This is not the album
This the album before the album
Gotta set the stage
Know what I’m talking ‘bout?
If you end up f***ing with this one
You
Now this is what they've been waiting for (yah, yessir)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?) Santana (Weezy F), ayy, haha
Ayy, Wayne (what up, man?)
What you been
f'empire
Hickeys on my neck tgoul ghir vampire
Ba9i f'bali nfs l'question
Dakshi li kan was it love or obsession
Baby our souls lost the connection
M still
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
the whipping I'm dishing is an old one
I through some soul into my morning bowl
Then I rolled
I took your gold and stopped your singled
Cause it ever never
don't want to be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
Is there anything I can say to help you find your way
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I (ohh, I)
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe (oh lord, lord, lord)
We can fly
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
a scheme,built up the skkteam
Pushed on believed
when push comes to shove your true friends you see
You wey dey f** up I no send you see
I still don't know what
I'm fading now
Maybe all the pills got to my head
I'm feeling black mingling with the fear
Goth ushered in here
I try to call your name its blocked by
bring a forty five to a mortar fight
The segregation you don't know that there's more to find
Yeah they sell it all movin' em pack by the f****** pack
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
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Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
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