Lyrics:
where have you gone
Do you remember me
We were only fifteen
Sometimes I think that I see your
Face in the strangest of places
Down on the underground
rockin it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off
We'll begin with
bien a gusto y tú muriéndote de roña
Left foot, right foot
And my fit is super fresh, so I'm feeling really good (really good)
Left foot, right foot
Quik:]
C'mon, we can go to my house we don't need the hotel
Now lay down by my fireplace and drink Sip & Dale
While I ma**age your feet, and yo ma**age
and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass
and hang with a real thing
Words of the same, shit of the same lovers
Badder than a mother, MJ level
Face down, ass up skinnies on, dirty Chucks
Showin'
wasn’t even 10 yet
Hadn’t even picked up a pen yet
Already had a mean 6 step
Before the move had a name
I was down by law paid dues in the game
I knew
to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's
by my govy name
Smell like CGD and Larry Bird
Shorty said she couldn't trust me cause she heard this verse
If you hold me down, I always put you first
that'll suck dick
I just want a big fat crib and a race car
Thirty five pounds by the window of my AR
I got a fresh new stash of endless cash
They try
StrapBack,
Fresh pair of kicks gotta match that,
I ain’t got a phone, hit Snapchat,
Shorty gon lie like we ain’t make a movie,
I smashed that, Seen
phone cause of face ID
You can catch me ridin out
Rolling up kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my
dance like bachata
ARP from New York it go "Gra Gra"
Walk down look at his face fuck a Drive by
Fuckin' on yo bitch now she mine say "bye bye"
These
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
out by the (morning)
Do you look fresh, air brushed magazine?
I'm tryin' to see if you pretty in the (morning)
Girl can you keep me callin',
Coming
changed dude
They don't make'em
Like us
I been feeling like and alien
Like a native of the way beyond
They been tryna bring me down to earth
But I keep
[KRS One] + [somebody beatboxing]
Let me tell you bout a crew I know [ba BUM BUM]
Called Boogie Down Productions and they steal the show [ba
to ball
I'ma shut it down, cause I'ma buy it all
DJ brings your girls and I can bring my G's
Rubber-band stacks I guess its all on me
Makin' money easy,
to ball
I'ma shut it down, cause I'ma buy it all
DJ brings your girls and I can bring my G's
Rubber-band stacks I guess its all on me
Makin' money easy,
Woh! (3x)
[Coro] by Mr. FOI
Swag é clean, eu também
Babe é fresh, eu também
Beat é mau, eu também
Elas não querem pobre, eu também
Mano eu estou sempre
keeps the record companies complying
And rappers gettin high and puttin out this crap
It's pathetic what passes on the radio as rap
I'm flippin down
and slice, nigga
You deep We rockin' out
God Don't let DJ bleep, nigga
Straight up Yo
Sittin' on top Feelin' like a beam when it get twisted on the Glock
Bob your head
Bob your head
As we bop on
To the break of dawn..
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last, STOP!! "ruff, ruff
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
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