Lyrics:
It just had to be none other (had to be none other)
My girl (my girl)
That was my girl
She would casually strolling by
As rare as a mink with
And I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads,
Bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread,
Twitpic 'em!
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
You gon be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity
This is Jesus identity, mixed with
Twitpic 'em!
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
You gon be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity
This is Jesus identity, mixed with
as well bust it
All I see is busters I know they can't touch me
Now peep me out, check me out
This is how it happen, them boys be about that rappin'
See I
And that's all I'll ever be, and sometime
Those bright lights blind me
And make it hard for me to see
But when I need to be reminded
I take a ride through
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Uh, sixteen I bought a strap (no bap)
Seventeen too many guns, by eighteen I caught a case (facts)
In here
I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
growth spurt hit (it don't matter 'bout the size)
I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap ('cause you're here, right?)
I got "Freshman Player
bitches
Right Back 4 Da Summer i Told y'all bitches
I'd be straight by the summer
III ain't got nothing else to tell you
Promise I'll be straight while
See, this is the fuckin' shit I be talkin' about
Half rappin' ass mothafuckers
You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin' game? (Come on)
Uh,
See, this is the fuckin' shit I be talkin' about
Half rappin' ass mothafuckers
You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin' game? (Come on)
Uh,
hair
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Girl, ya been touched by the forces of nature
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
should be by now
I tell "I get it in my own time"
In my own time
(God's time)
Oh my
I'm better than I thought I'd be back
When the bar that I'd set for
out
Don't let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out
And don't try me over IG
Don't try to be subliminal and get it by me
I'm a criminal, I'll leave
the day I touch road
I came in by meself so I'll ride it on me own
Locked up in jail but iv still got my graft phone
Smokin polly on a pipe getting stoned
itself
But the people want everything else
OK, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
now, think you better wake up now
Hello hello, what up what up
You know a girl around the way that rocked with so and so and so
The cute one that be
then give me some gas
If you try to play me i'll bust dat ass
Hook (x4)
J-ro:
Put the mic down clown, you can't get down
Jump around stage like your
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
They like Cal they don't know what to with you
Squares around squares like they sittin in a cubical
They can't figure me out like I'm a Rubik's cube
Blowin' up from rappin', tryna rock that mic at rollin' loud
If you come from where I'm from, Memphis Town, you'll be proud
Sometimes I think how I
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