Lyrics:
and let me go by
In my roadster
My red hot roadster
I'm running Whitewall slicks and big bad wheels (big bad wheels)
And coming off the line, you know
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
they call, they call it
Hold up
Told Brad to send me a track,
He send me a track to sound like a trap,
I don't know normally do this,
But hey
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song,
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song,
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
fuck the baddest broads
Turnt up on these niggas, I don't see me ever fallin' off
I know niggas hatin' so I got my niggas totin' rods
Catch an opp
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The Fad Of The Land
I'm a marinade
Of what's hot this
u from
I'll get ya head hot
Couple bandz for a hit
More for a plot
Ain't the same nigga that you knew From the club
Scream my name drive by you I
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
I want to know what a nigga can say
20k play by the end of the day
Shorty wan' fuck, I can see in her face
Sammy get bucks and just stay out the way
Now would she stamp it
The way you speak to me it comes off underhanded
But
Oh your eyes are so demanding
You wanna run a nigga like track but it
the shocker
Oh lord
Tossed the rod change the whip then go duck off by a bitch for a couple of days
Making sure the laws wasn't building up a case
Dealing with
love with one and gave gave her my all (yeah, yeah)
She ended up tellin me get off my dick
Had me on some shit in a war wit my heart (damn)
Attatched,
the tub man I'm underground
Shout to harry yet I'm trackin' these conductor sounds
Rappin' frees
Layin' gems
It's a gold rush
Track by track
Check the subs
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
and adapt
An icon with the wolves
But im verily Emery everly steady to raise the canon
And put Torriera on the pitch you play
Jam em jam em! pick up a piano
, yeah i'm like that
I say i'm walking on these tracks yeah i'm like that
Pulling up by the store, just to get some gas
I see lil shawty walking in
gators take off ya tator
We so fuckin major ain't it so amazing
Every track drop dat bih blazing cajun
80's baby honey hill raise me
Where we was
on one track, huh?
Can't be serious, it's Murda nigga, huh, it's Murda
Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with
daughters
But done by scratches so save that water
This jam is packed so I just figure
All we need is the house to get bigger
a little tender headed but I’m head strong
Keep it short and sweet when I like to wear it long
Oh hot hot damn
Knowing who I am
Freestylin on the track
Need
Floorfiller
Floorfiller
Floorfiller
Hey Mr. DJ in case you forgot
I came to get down
So you better make it hot
'Cause I can't jump around
Originally performed by mc5
Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could get crazy now, baby.
Cause we all got in tune and when the
Dressing
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