Lyrics:
rang now
Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggas all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're
Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they end with me,
How you pay to get in the club, and then hate on the pressure y'all pay to see
Now we got
at the MTV Video Music Awards
Last month slapped Nicki's ass
And continues to
Slap it endlessly in GIFs all over
The Internet nicki was the star of
The VMAs
Star star star star
I fi see star when I look in your eye
When you sleep girl me I hope you fly
Close your eyes girl make you feel the sky
I
I
out like we in a game with all stars
You'll never see me fall off
So don't mind if you fall hard
We're up every night to entertain you all
It's a blue
to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar pen
See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised
need debt forgiveness
Behind on rent, facing eviction can easily make us all a menace
I'm a blue collar guy needing white collar money
(I, I, I, I need
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Don
Spend a night in Trump Towers with a blue eyed blond
I been did it all my Benzes was kitted
When you talk like a baller you tickle me with it
looms in her act
The tune is grabbed, who knew the true bluegrass?
The truest jam, represents how you feel
The Smooth Jazz groove to use few have had
is blue
Grinding and grinding to secure the loot
You gonna find me in my purple pool
Push my foot down on the throttle, going to space
Shawty right by
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
fucking me, I got em' taking turns
My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade
Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing
All my niggas mad they like
lying you could see it in my eyes
If you were by my side sure
I'm elevating getting higher
Serial killing these beats call me Michael Myers
I just know we
feet (ooh)
And the girl, she took and grabbed me by the hand (ooh)
She whispered in my ear and said
All I want to do is dance (dance)
And she asked
car
Blacked-out with a fat arse
Splash large when I'm at Shard
Rap star wearing Trapstar
All I see is nerds and fakers
Your Rolex ain't got papers
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
As I soar yeah baby I like it raw
No cigar, I ran over the pop star with my car,
Again and may the best jam win
Here I go, there you go
Bingo,
Sometimes when I sit back and really let it register
I did everything I said I would, and said it first
I mean the world's in denial, but they all
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
I free my mind no minding me
I count the stars and see the signs
I feel the life within my dreams
I drowned my soul in holy water
I meditate amongst
in a jam
These niggas be opp ing they sell by the gram
My drive on the line imma call me a blitz
I'm on a mission to crop like a garden
These niggas be
gotta make this so hard
I just wanna go jam in the car
Sing it loud like we are some stars
Spending time with you is by far
Favorite thing to do
Take
Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they end with me,
How you pay to get in the club, and then hate on the pressure y'all pay to see
Now we got
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