Lyrics:
Off top, boy
I'm a hot, boy
Shout out to Legal Money, man
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block,
a top boy Scorcher and Bashy cant do the same
Real reconize Real , how many albums have you sold to date
I aint saying im Wayne Or Kanye ,But im living
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
a pity, boy
Lookin' at this pretty boy
He's wanting a taste of that life
He said:
Finders keepers, loser's weepers
Pardon if I blew ya speakers
I'm just
It go Murda on the beats, boy
It go Murda on the beats, boy
Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy
Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy
And you
longer faded
I'm passin' tests that, will never be graded
So Holy I cannot be touched by Satan
This album is a safe haven
I cannot be tempted I do not have
into it
But then it comes back
Whenever I get too ahead of myself
I just gotta be more humble
But I'm back, bro
Double album coming
They're ready,
really I'm grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you
And all the heat that you deploy (your laughing boy)
The more I take (your laughing boy)
The more I break
Cooking fires on a beach
Smoke finger in
musical career on hold"
"The troubled rapper found himself back behind bars after violating the terms of his house arrest"
You know I'm a hot boy, but I
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
up and go, Jacques Cousteau
Back to Acworth Beach
By afternoon, the kids are running free
Blast the Beach Boys, babe, and dance with me
The hula hoop
boys
Somethings will follow me to the death here
In another life i'll talk outside the grave, dear
Sometimes by best was just accident
And that's okay
Hey what is up guys, it's your boy Johny here, and welcome to
My new album, Positive Optimus
So, it is currently 11:53 PM right now, December 31st,
dream yeah
Sat by the beach, tell them pinch me yeah
I'm a beach boy like the sixties
And I got a little beach baby rocking with me yeah
She throw it in
Tyrant tyke
Imma take the whole game out
Smk my name
Gone be worldwide
Man, this album
Gonna make your boy blow up
Escalating I am never gonna slow
I'm just payin' a visit
Taking all the souls just to go and get a vision
Give a damn what it cost
Man I know I need to get it
Fuck a start-up
Boy I stay
a kid could bust a N-U-T
Looking down at my hometown
Like kids at U-N-T
I'm a hurricane
These other cats Miami Beach
I could probably give you world peace
& i'll carry the weight like poseidon with the trident
Imagine the scenes
I'm sitting on the beach
Pina colada in my right hand
The sand in my feet
My
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
garb
Been a legion
Know your demons
For you speaking in guard
I catch you creepin
I'm gon weeknd
And you seeing the stars
Boy
got me twisted
Dipped in
and a beach so I can really live it up
See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but
to throw the fight
Boy you know that ain't right
When I'm needing your affection, I need that attention
Up and down motion, come swim in my ocean, yeah
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