Lyrics:
Bless the girls dem I have got the nation
Naturally calm in my meditation
Authentic medication mi inspiration
Badabang, bang, bang sean da Paul
Oh,
Sean and all
Not De Paul
Hope the Vinny ain't expecting Meehan's call
Fleeing all naysayers
Says this pessimist
Plan is this
Just speak gully with such
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we buil' it and instill it
Sean Paul alongside
Fabolous, you done know we bust
Telling them again,
search fi di sign, several time
When we go suh it ain't no crime
Sean de Paul 'longside Mýa
Bloaw, bloaw
I've done some stupid shit
I've even lied
if you act out
Like im Jordan i dunk ion pass now
But this cash coming in call me cash cow
Tryna get out the trap and the rags now
got expensive
the form, I'm a little bit
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here's the guy that says if the weather's clear
Can do, can do
of the American nation,
It’s all GOP mental masturbation.
Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now
If you don’t know how to do it,
Big Sean
You don't want zero problems, big fella!
Yep!
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dread head niggas in ya lobby
You don't want
where I would be
I get applause like they was clappin
I don't pay no mindin' critics, I only go by stats and digits
I got heart just like a midget, you
to my big dawg
Ballin like I'm Chris Paul, leave a nigga crisscross
Beam on the rocket
Shoot a nigga, watch him lift off
X you got em pissed off, word?
I
it
Check my ice, bitch I'm freezing
If she mine, she ain't leaving
Got that shine, you can see it
Got that shine, you can see it
Don't make me by
out of town getting money
Know I do it for my city and I be back very promptly
So say what up if you see us
And the D is probably rubber & the Sean man
and high like a kite
I was serving all the halls
If he play check his temperature like sean paul
Gun play fuck i look like tryn brawl
If he lacking we bag
it's a sleeper
So pass the reefer (ah yeah)
And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches
But if you paid, nigga, pat your pockets
talking into those rough and narrow roads
Playing old songs that you never heard so clear
If Paul Gilley wrote the words to the saddest song that Elvis
problems
Everybody got problems
Yeah I got problems
That's how I felt
Yeah I got problems
Everybody got
Fuck that
Take the dice
And them roll them
Yo
If you
like Sean Paul, in it for the long haul, a wizard like John Wall with it
Your tough love gave her a black eye but it's covered up so good you'd think
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering
like a light pole
Been in these streets with my brothers
I'm raisin' the temperature I feel like I'm Sean Paul
And if you run up on my brothers, I might
Yeah Sean P, nah mean?
Megatron, Jedi Mind Tricks, MFC
Yo, Boot Camp, listen yo
Yeah first of all don't make
Me burst and brawl
Image is nothing you
I got money they know I'm a problem
Had to get it wouldn't no other option
Ooo she bad you know she a problem
Check her swag her shoes designer
You
nigga
Yea you got bitches sucking dick just like some of you niggas
Dj paul: all dirty hoes suck dick
no, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by
I got the horse right here,
The name is Paul Revere,
And here's a guy that says if the weather's clear,
Can do,
Can do,
This guys says
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