Lyrics:
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
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
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
Will.I.Am, maybe made a milli
Maybe I don't give a damn (True)I thought of Evident
He mispronounced it, Evidence, fast forward
Here we are, standing in
don't HAVE ANYBODIES INFORMATION PLEASE LEAVE YOUR INFORMATION
MY PHONE GOT RAN OVER BY JAY LENO
SUBMISSION BY YA BOY KEV
can succeed.
written by Ta'shombi Williams
a damn
Will.i.am I saw it on Instagram
I'm feeling dumb
Dead of winter
Think I got injured
By another player
Letting go
Letting go
Letting go of you
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Frederico Stefano Mpyo, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
Woo
Yea
Dèja
Dèja
He said I’m
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
runner ups
Don't coverup that realshit
Facelifts no uppercuts
Yea I rolling up I flow sick
Spit like I am throwing up
Now it's young boys on the comeup
still kept it real and they loved the boy anyway
My album is still on my resume
Powder on talcum the bodies keep dropping
I'm moving in silence I do what
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props
I'm royalty I feel like William
Niggas hood hoppers they change colors like chameleons
My Bitch is mixed yea she look Mexican but ass Brazilian
Come
your children...
You a gun man then bag .. don't cut them boys here a little .. you moving drugs it's a bag... Levens left handing what they needing...
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
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