Lyrics:
notice?"
He said, "Yes"
And I said, "Well, what in the fuck are we doing?"
I said to the player who had joined us
Here for fifteen solid minutes
I was
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
I've been in and out of every honky tonk in town
And I'm almost drunk from the drinks
That I've turned down
Well, you told me you'd be happy
Bouncin'
without her permission
Had to match the hats with their uniforms by definition
I put the baseball cap wtih the police uniform thats my edition (Fuck ms
I'm not the same
I think I can finally see
Some grand opportunities
From the stage
Its my name
Marquee B-Zeik's arranged
Pastels for miles in this town
Look I don't know why you are even talkin
You don't know this dark road that lately I have been walkin
You been stalkin me, since the first album
Alarm went off
Throw the safe through the glass door
He keep hustling
You know what we back for
If he out of town well then
What we need straps for
Wise
about yourself I'm convinced
Hey, getting all frail when shit get intense
Big king, I've been him since a prince
Quick sale, made him foam out the mouth
guns
Infamous in a second, like the son
After I've won, I greet a "Well Done"
Hermès waist, Helios wrist- big sun
Eating good way too fast, dropping
Yeah they like bash ho acting up give her slash
Went through my stash she like to party shaking her ass
If we just party and bullshit we'll be last
Go
shit down
Heard the buzz around town
These niggas wanna fuck with me now
Well step in my arena
You ain't never seen a
Lilttle nigga meaner then Lay
Out by the big highway
And all through the days
And all through the nights
The cars and trucks rolled on by
And he slept through it all just fine
Every
Feat. Big Tymers, Mickey
(Mack 10)
What?
(Baby)
Hmm-hmm
(Mack 10)
You reday to tell `em
(Baby)
Listen tell `em about you fresh
Hook
Well, I feel much better now I've let it all out
'Cause he's got big biceps and a masculine shout
I don't want to sound like I'm being mean
But he plays
might as well be killin' babies
Listenin' to the recovery album is the one that made me
But baby, I already know that I'm going crazy
And that changed me
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably delf, 'cause we all way
There's a Kmart and a KFC
Fitness Center and an Applebees
Wells Fargo and a Taco Johns
A good time bar to
Get your bad swerve on
In a town that's
Do I gotta explain
Why Y'all songs be plain
18 nd I'm on my second car while y'all hoes getting by via train
How could you not see
All my money
Rapper from a small town with dreams of going global
They don't see the point but I still remain the focal
Want my own label, want to live my life
ain't no slouches busters or Cowards
What you talking bout All mouth No Trousers
Fuck the whole town if it don't fuck With my Album
Mayne Event records
town
They just tag along
Apart of the entourage, playing chaperone
A bunch of escorts, got yo mains with you
Niggas do anything for a Instagram picture
"I'm the next big thing, crown me king"
"I don't fuck around dunny
It's most real" - Prodigy 'Keep It Thoro'
So just bow down like Japanese custom
dumb
And I know a lie when I hear one
Would you run that by me one more time?
Well, you're late again, I see
What's your excuse this time?
dumb
And I know a lie when I hear one
Would you run that by me one more time?
Well, you're late again, I see
What's your excuse this time?
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