Lyrics:
you exactly where I'm at
I ain't calling you easy but gimme that
Come on
Shake it baby shake it
You gettin' to it for that bag
Gone drop it
wid a purse
Man a real g one of Jamaican birth
If a boy violate by the day done nurse
Mek it worse if mi friends dem with me
Get hurt
Any country nuff
the gang so she a block ho
Say that yo bitch, gimme top tho
Nigga play we knock down doors
Don't fuck with snakes, close that back door
I go by clo, I'm in
Girl i promise say me go dey by your side
Them other girls fit dey wait for line
See na you wey i want for me life
I got real love
I got real love for
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
it's living dead
And I know why
Baby I forgot the feel
Feel of your love like butterfly
Gimme something real
Like a touch to get my body high
Get my
more than a summer fling
I said farewell
You took it well
Promise I won't cry over spilled milk
(Ooh no, I won't)
Gimme a paper towel
Gimme another
got too stuffed nigga
Only kick it with the 4's cuz I do not trust niggas
This some real gold
Add some water, it won't rust nigga
Look at my neck, Im
back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for
sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old
sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old
sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old
a sharpened knife
Gimme the real thing
Give me the life
Gimme a fresh start,
Like a new born child
Gimme the real thing
I have no friends
I'm always by
another eyesore and
Think about our first kiss by the tree
And how it meant so much to
Nobody knows the me that you do
Gonna take some getting used
he's a Payne
By name, by nature
Alright?
That Joe Payne
Is a real bad loser
He's a Payne by name
And he'll only use ya
Ooh-woah-oh
That Joe Payne
Is
I try to go move won't gimme an inch
Trying to prove I've been in a pinch
I'll never approve she's making me cringe
She's talking to dudes she's
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
real like a pokah
Juss gimme di stoke and gimme di gum bowl
If yu got di color of gold, di purple hayes
I good fah days when mi get oled
When mi
I know
Cause it's time to go shine more than gold
Look at the gold
Pay for the GOAT
Gimme in cash
Better get rich while I know (2x)
Verse II
Trynna
Games
Too hot to handle, getting burnt by these flames
Manhattan monster with a heat of gold
This joker's wild, these queens better fold
Death drops,
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
(Dirty cash, dirty cash)
Meanwhile, back in the city, the real deal, the nitty gritty
Sell yourself
the vision
They just want me singing, yeah, now they fuckin' with it
Gimme fans, gimme racks, gimme that, that
Make a hit, tag your friends, make 'em dance,
Intro:
Okay, Richenrare baby
Bitch I'm from the Ville!
Hook:
Bitch I'm from the Ville! I rep the 425
Shorty gimme brain, sharp as a porcupine
real talk , not about me
What you on about
Notice I been about me
Never did it for any figures
The figure found me
Know this, I don't care what you think
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