Lyrics:
everybody
Like I'm third wheelin', yeah, I'm blockin everybody
But before I tend to do so
Rest In Peace Tannuzzo, this album is for you, yo
When I look up in
couldn't stop getting them sacks
Feeling like Ray Lewis the way I flipped the quarterback
But I'm humble like J Cole can't floss to show my racks
But I'm
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
energy, so tell me if I feast,
What's that mean for you, how does that further me, I don't want to eat by my lonely, so of course I'll bring a few, who
News Bear hug beats then creep off
You drive a rape van
Mullet Ray-Bans
We do vicious
You do witness
You don't clap shit
You's a cricket
Run
But I got a bad girl like Kim K
And I'm never gonna let her meet Ray J
I feel like Kanye West
And I
And I
I feel like Kanye West (Kanye West) (I feel
One Time For The Famo
Freestyle Sessions
Just to open your mind or something you know
The album coming
These girls throw pussy like a food fight
You
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
to E.J I had to go get me some new frames
Cause these diamonds be hitting like sun rays
that's right fasho fasho
You might see me out with a new thing but
through their Twitter followers, blaggin' em
By the way I've got an album out why don't you check it?
They listened once on Spotify and left it
Forget it
I
Just got a new case slimy like toothpaste
Don't talk no word just watch it like Blu-ray
Rap about it like cool j
Got gas like the stool weight
For
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
the whole store
It's so raw, I'll have your world in all
You want to know how much the whole package go for?
My spectacle, like a festival, it's
She want me to go sing to her I ain't Ray J
I'm tired of everyone thinking I sit in the booth and I go just to only write love songs
I get in my moods
worse/
thirst/
I do my dirt/
so I show up first/
I grow and I learn/
photos, burn, through these albums, deleted/
you coward, turn this shit up
her a ride
I said "If I do that
You gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive"
'Cause I ain't for the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
it's only hell that I raise
Feel like Super-Man
The way you melt by my eye rays
They don't see how
I took control using my ways
Think I drew blood with
wita throw-away on it
You pack of soft I go Hardaway on it
Stay wit tha Ray like I'm Lana Del bish
Uncle Jamaican that's Ake for dish
Trip we hop out
wita throw-away on it
You pack of soft I go Hardaway on it
Stay wit tha Ray like I'm Lana Del bish
Uncle Jamaican that's Ake for dish
Trip we hop out
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
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