Lyrics:
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Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that
Whoever rap, you be doin' that
you on
If I could tune you in
Reminded by each song
Of everything we've been
Without you without you here I go
Reminded by my radio
Without you without
to take you out, I want to drive around in that old beat-up Jeep with the top down
I want to drive real slow on our way back home
Listen to the change in
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
I gotta get through
See into the future
Just enjoying the view
Was chilling by myself
But now it's a crew
If you want mental health
Then I'm talking
the innocence that I had
The early confidence
Life will beat your ass down and make you not want to live
But we okay
They asked me how long I wanted this
They
playin' by no rules
And girl singin' melodies (I'ma lay my hands on you)
And it soundin' like your favorite song playin' on the radio (I'ma give you what
picture worth it
I'll be doubling my spot, no Louisiana Purchase
So declare that, with my hair back
You want a fair one, catch a fair smack
I hunt up
a million billion
Raise me the ceiling
Tyna make a mic turn to a whole building
Tryna get bills and still be real
But above all else I want you to feel it
a female, like bap
In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves
Where's D12? I don't feel like doin' this by myself, so come on
So what the deal,
you on the respirator
I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator
One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle
here
Yeah yeah look it's me see
Me
Jamal Tinsberry
That's you
What do you want me to tell you buddy
My mother had a sense of humor
I
I just heard my name
Killing me slowly I know that
Lately I want you to end this
Can't fight
Can't go on
My mind's weak my body feels empty
So take me away
Show me back
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
Say hoe
Yeah you
Can I ask you a question
You like to fuck?
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that?
Would you like to make love?
I
want from rap is one of the fancy chicks
Bank accounts, couple cribs, couple whips
The funniest shit, this money's legit
You bet I bounce, couple kids,
said it before
I was born to mack, call me Playboy $hort
You want to get freaky? Look at the time
We could do the nasty, but it's almost nine
My show
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I
I be on the hotline like every day
Making sure the DJ know what I want him to play
You know I got my top back and my beat low
Rocking my stunner
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh, I can't
insubordination
But we gonna prosper and you know by then we'll be
Back on ‘em, back on ‘em, back on ‘em
Man, I'm back on ‘em, back on ‘em, back on ‘em
I said, back
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
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