Lyrics:
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's
on ready
I'll fire up my step-side Chevy
Got some George Strait blarin' on a mixtape
Ready to roll every road out the right way
Where movin' light dances
all night
We catchin' a vibe, Lingpas on my side, Lingpas on my side,
Drukpa for life
I've been dribblin' past 'em obstables like Leo Messi
Gotta blood
fore it be no longer
Make it obvious your heart is beating so she feel your love and reason
Make her hearing up this evening then cooling down
While we
wrong
"Hop I lost respect for you
I'm pissed and you just lost a fan
All you do is diss
I'll never bump your album "Raw" again"
If what I say gets on your
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
hold it down for them real ones
No idea why you love him
But some reason you feel him
Rock with me for a minute let me show you the real
Side to side
Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry
Let me put it in perspective
They tell me niggas talking
But my hearing is selective lane switch
Main bitch appearing in my section
Your album never
love it 'cause it's so negative
Everybody selfish, nobody wanna give
A helping hand to the next man, well fuck you then
Fuck your ethnicity we all one
drop the real
I got that full length about to drop in full length around the Oz
In full strength my album be a full length you bound to cop
But I ain't
hair
His fireman, Jack Dixon, was standing by his side
Awaiting for strict orders while in the cab to ride
Georgie's mother came to him with
seems like I'm on the side and you're in love with your mic
I know you gotta get that paper, daddy, keep that shit tight
But I need some sort of love in
learn (I'm high)
I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
Knocking at the door I really hope Big George home
Popo know I move Coke like gas thru Sunoco
My love for the game like kids love for them snow cones
Morals
(uh-huh)
I love you better than yourself (yeah, yeah)
Better than you love yourself (look)
I just need your lovin', baby (yeah)
Who gon' love you like
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
If you're offended by this album then you're
hoes, yep, they love to date
Mom trippin goin have to get yours
Stumblin and fallin as I tip toe
Now watch me jump and pimpin this system for what it's
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
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