Lyrics:
by boy you better duck
How the fuck you want a ring but you aint lift a finger
Going back and forth the court and now you look some like Serena
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
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
Go, why don't you just go
Go sing
Go do an Afro-Soul album
Like everybody else?
And I was like you don't understand
I'm burning inside
I'm burning
gonna do music
Until 2 thousand and 2 2
I rep Boy Better Know, there's no better boys
You don’t wanna see JME getting annoyed
Cause when he starts
just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys
type
Where I come from, white boys ain't lame dog
Honky and all that, the real ones ain't called
Don't pull no bullshit unless you playin' paintball
another way
Used to rack from Woolies
Not a dollar to my name
I just put an album out
And I don't wanna break
Came up outta nowhere and we're
Going all
Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot
boy to sail the wide world over
Then adventure took him south to
The de la Plata mouth
San Martin was on the route in Argentina
So three whaling ships
grind
Never stoppin', I don't make no excuses
They all rockin' when they hearin' my music
If makin' money is a language I'm fluent
Album droppin' soon
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
a life son)
Fuck that
You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered
You heard I was raised with the elements, it's William
And if
mad at me
Because they didn’t see my views
Grab the hottest album out and re do it
That’s a goddamn power move stupid
You foolish
Don’t know shit about
album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became
"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
A letter from my man young boy William Blake
Read by reverend John Trusler
He ordered Blake to illustrate paint pictures
Little did he know Blake was
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Lower your tone yea
(ahhh)
I’ll be there in a minute yea
(ahhh)
Know
three mics
y'all niggaz better stop playin' and get yo' game tight
Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin'
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
I'm unemployed, when I'm alone I'm overjoyed
OMG I'm so annoyed, charged up like a solenoid
I'm like Kanye that's my boy, Lady Gaga, Polaroid
William
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
Mary
Demarcus, William Tilman terrell Thomas
Alton Sterling had a great smile in pictures
He's human, don't forget that God wit' him
I'm sad because
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