Lyrics:
something at me does anyone
Else wanna throw something at me? But
You know what, I got the power to
Get that guy kicked out, or whatever
Roughed up no stay
me a favor
Do this joint justice
After play Gladys or Johnnie Taylor
Shirley, BB, ZZ, Melvin Waiters or Marvin Sease
Stroking by Clarence Carter, It
saying to me
Rap isn't music
And rappers can't sing
That is not true
I am singing to you
Maybe not good
Or with autotune
Don't judge a person
By
Spitta Destro
You in the club line obeying the dress code
I drive by bitches making googley eyes
Google me Ma
I do that music so beautifully, huh
Believe
Move me to the beat, so groovy
Vibin', I'm in outer space
But you bring me back
Hold me down
Make me laugh
And you make me frown
But you got me, babe,
No one can take this love away
Only you, only you
Baby take my heart away Valencia Taylor o, Taylor o, Taylor o
Oh girl I can't believe my eyes
When I
on shamp, gettin fitted for pants
Told Taylor Leave room for the stick
Find me at sacks tuckin the 5th
Got one for ya melon
I'm wit the shits
You don't wanna
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look (ayy)
AP on my wrist, my jacket by CELINE
Water chokin', wanna stash, swear to God, I couldn't breathe
give you more stop calling that nigga Tyrone. Cause he gon’ he hate. Got the stash on the dash, they gon see our face. cruising past, smooth fast, feel
heart, she gonna help me make a hit
I ain't been alone, I been chilling with my clique
We been outside, and we smoking by the bricks
Shit on Fox Five you
got a man at home
But he aint right so when he left
Thats when she call my phone
Call me Telephone Raheem
Or you can call Tyrone
I beat it up I lick
I ain't into relationships baby I'm into fuckin'
I'm giving Mickey D if you giving me the McMuffin
I'm Tyrone I don't give a fuck bout yo husband
said she love the taste
But she don’t know the name
Drinkin' by the case
I’m gonna need you to bring more champagne
I’m with my goons getting liquored up
weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about
that's professionally installed
So I can see you in 3D your bodies got me enthralled
I'm losing patience
Every day that goes by
I might just end up going
I'm bad, I'm mean
I make the good guys bleed
You want the champion
Then you want me
I'm a well oiled muscle-machine
If you've got moves than you
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
around
Because I got this ice own on me, it gone drip or drown
You know these hoes they just love the way a nigga sound
How you gone tell me that you love
an epiphany
To be honest man you niggas ain't got shit on me
I love how this silk fit on me
All gold kit on me
I thank God he never quit on me
I thank God I
wanna see
And sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain
It's such a shame they may call me crazy
They may say I suffer from schizophrenia
wanna see
And sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain
It's such a shame they may call me crazy
They may say I suffer from schizophrenia
It's hurshsideeeee
They called me the goat
Baby know that I got flow
She mad cuz her man
Is a joke
That pussy U poke
I get it wet then I go
Won't
knowing Jesus' worth
They call me William at birth
Tyrone got plugged in the middle
Birth place was Alaska
Yeah you heard me Alaska
Birth date now I have
seein' them out, I just ugh
Don't got shit to say to you niggas
In the club I make my way through you niggas
You must be mad I ain't wait on you
But no
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