Lyrics:
I'mma chill baby, we don't want the devil in this bitch, naw
Got bad one we could call it Kelly Rowland
Ooh she get the jelly rollin'
I can nelly in
lesbians
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9
Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine
Hit em wit a Tommy so my
Niggas call me Pammy and I
Always eat
tell just by our slang
Native print and skinny pants
Young Americana
Two Cs on my frame, eating pasta with my team
I rock old Chanel, old Chanel
I rock
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
that woman choice off
That mean shoes off but compasses always lost
I'm up in Maxville's swiping 'til the max fill
No rumour, Nelly jacket, man that
This ain't nothing, I ain't stunting till I hit the button
Rich's at when the blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
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jadę jadę jadę jadę
Jadę jadę autobahnem oko w oko z panem
To co ranek kitra się by litra wiśni obalić z kompanem
Jadę dalej alej kalejdoskop non stop
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
This the new high score
The old champion, he ain't champ no more
This the new high score
Whoever used to matter
They don't matter no more
(What's
It's like we been hit by a storm (A storm)
The tears from my eyes what I seen that morn' (Seen that morn)
I pulled my baby in to really tell her that
This shit go crazy I got Sam all on my beats
If you been here since the start then you tuned in for a treat
I'm just tryna get a million by the time
dark and dire
protected by a ring of fire
to slay the inscrutable champs
one night Finn's sons entered their camp
A lap dog now the tracking dog
spout
handle you loosely
And always on top of my duties
I want to love you and rub on that booty
Got me love sick like I got the cooties
Or like I got hit up by
to rise, here I am!
Haunted by the past,
When I always was the champ,
Searching for my dreams in the dark,
Lost my hope, born to fall apart,
I used to be
the porch you can see it it's stamped
And I light up the way like I carry a lamp
Run off can't get me you catching a cramp
Did it by myself, I never need
bitches shush
Passing em by like whoosh
I'm the real champ and you king of the fake
So quiet bitch or your life I will take
Get all these bitches to shush
Pick me up by my arms, call me yours forever after
Take it out on others cause I'm just your precious flower
Fuck them while you fuck me, take it like
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they want the fame?
And all that it can bring? (Huh?)
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell
in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try ta tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
So
complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they want the fame?
And all that it can bring? (Huh?)
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell
ignorin' the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere or we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
on the 'Tech
Workin' like a stain, I can't get attached
Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch
Hoe'n so official, raised like a champ
Certified nigga, hit
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