Lyrics:
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
a number on me
Fighting demon-teaming migraines, hands choking me in my sleep
My saving graces greenery and writing poetry
Got a job on Sunset Strip slinging
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
your hands up (alright)
Let me kick it, like Jamaicans, I don't lick it
I just pull up with the ticket, David Copperfield, I trick it, haan
She wanna
No weapon against me shall prosper don't do this for Grammys or oscars
Theses babies is dying from choppas momma hurting getting high as a Rasta
I'm overwhelmed by your love
It makes me question my love
What can I do to make it real good for you?
If you ask me for the world
I'll give it to you
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Learn from street staying on street
Whatever we did we did it by ourself
I have 3 humans in me
My scene is changed
But it's not good its bad
"Give me $1 million if you
Want the next album"
It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back
Into the hired Lexus and head across the
East River
hand on your heart and whistle
Baby, if we only got tonight
Then I wanna spend it by your side
If you wanna give love one last try (try, try)
Just
Give me all your love and
Give me all your love
Won't ask you for much
Now won't ask you for much
Give me all your love and
Give me all your love
the kids to never doubt me
Trust the science. Don't get mouthy
Or have Thanksgiving without me
Two shots now give us free
Boosted up now that make three
ain't never fuck with a real boss from the mitten
I know you want me to be yours bae I can tell by how you grip it
I can toss it up and flip it over I can
the dark times of life
The plant roots so it won't get plucked in the light
Now it's on, I want my momma in a Navigator
She used to give me quarters for
Leaving some scars
Knuckle fighting in your yard (Hrrrmm)
You know it's Cape Stain we doing it hard
She give me head until she go retard
Fascinated ya she
Oscar da grouch
Shit pressure put you in the couch
Keep asking the 1 or the 2
This time you figure it out
Next time I won't give the shit out
This time I
an anomaly
Fuck your apology
Bitch, you should honor me
Yeah, I'm the man of you
And ya fam aint as hot as me
I give a damn bout the gram
And who follow me
I
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
wanna get loved, I got no feelings
Just give me some head (just give me some head)
Stop calling my phone, I fucked you once bitch
I don't need more
the man
Holding your hand
Wearing your brand
Being all fancy
Lips taste like candy
Right in the backseat (When I walk in)
When I walk in
I feel like the man
Your hands on me, Lord
And I will be brand new
And I am calling out to You
For a strength exchange
I will gladly take Your joy
For my weakness
Give me
try, try
Trying my best to see your limit
I get closer every minute
You can look away
Feeling shy
I won't let this pass me by
Oh, if you knew what we
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
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