Lyrics:
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King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
gonna bump like this
Turn around, then I make it jump like this (ladies)
You wanna keep that boy, then make it jump like this
Y'all didn't think that
Crud
Bah (mhm)
Mad (yo)
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty gyal named Abiola (mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah)
Back up,
I like being a girl
But I would rather be boy
Not a boy who plays on the football team
But a boy who runs in skirts and twirls
I want short fluffy
copy me, I can't be cloned
Your girl told me that you ain't shit
I run it up in the field and I'm throwin' bullets
And niggas got me feelin' like reveal
the hands
You need a partner, we can spar
All the youngin's that I know
Boy they don't use hand guards
They use the trigger like quick drama draw
Yea, me
To let me drop her off by this nigga
Off the river
She ridin with me thinkin that it's cool and shit
She don't think I know that she let her live
everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
I'm gonna go to the jungle and build me a home
We could live right (in the jungle baby)
Stay up all night (all night)
Kiss by moonlight (and you
I'm gonna go to the jungle and build me a home
We could live right (in the jungle baby)
Stay up all night (all night)
Kiss by moonlight (and you
chill
Don't nobody touch him 'cause Imma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker you took the bait
like us, damn
Poor Isis, that's his mama name
Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had
Fuck Bne, I'm not with them boys
I'm just being me and ya i'm Drippin boy
My blade come with wings and I might clip ya boy
I don't like doing drugs
can find Us
We live in brooklyn
Coney island's buck whiling and we b-boy stylin
We live in brooklyn
Yeah, on the spot we hustle cause like th-that
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
Nobody's gonna know what it's like
To walk a mile in your shoes
Such most sayin it's a wonderful world
But you make it it's up to you
So walk by
So why do good girls like bad guys?
I had this question for a real long time
I've been a bad boy and it's plain to see
So why do good girls fall in
Yeah rNA RNA
Tiimmy Turner Yeah Yeah rNA RNA Yeah Yeah
Oh
Look I'm a STARBOY the world is on lockdown
Jiggy's they run the boy like I'm on lockjaw
and woman will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Cause they were two
the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
here, we don't fight fair
My buzz big, like Lightyear
You ain't real, shorty, you can't stand here
Friends, fans and family here
Outfit real, live with no
what yuh like
Ben it over girl mek the yaad man slide
Pon left fi mi dash it pon the right
Rude boy yuh want Jamaican inah yuh life
Island boy yuh know I
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