Lyrics:
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Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
again
I'm gonna slap you up in the county jail
We said thank you sir you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have to tell us twice
And we southbound down
I need a rider
To Stick by my side girl
I'll take you higher
Lift you up to my world
Dressed in designer
Flashy things and nice curls
We never tired
fucker yo
Most of you are more ass than sir mix alot music video
You little homies are more fishy than the smell from a stripper pole
I'm working to get
Yeah I got a lot, got a lot up on my mind
Deep emotions, different potions, all thru the night
Mix it up, wash it back, yeah I'll be alright
Pass it
where the reps at
And I'll show you where the motherfuckin' sets at
Gangsta niggas always behind me
Niggas tryin' to find me
Niggas tryin' to hype me up
know that I'll never fail
Because I work too hard for that
You'll never see me in a cell
You'll never hear me mumble rap
I ain't grow up in the trap
But
don’t mix it
I wanna mess him up so bad
Not even Jimmy could fix it
Go on then, stir it and whisk it
I’ll start spitting out fire
Like a 38 biscuit
Don’t
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
Roll up and get swoll up, hold up
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut?
I done came a long
Niggas pick they fate and then they always gotta live with it
Too much going on and I been trying not to mix with it
Niggas cross up on u when u bring em
Only came for da backend
Roll up 5 got da pack in
Ain't no time for relaxin
Cuz I'm going dumb
But rn I'm still to humble
Had to put dat drum
In my
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
like
"Um, it's nice to meet you sir, I'm Young Khalifa
If you don't mind, I'ma spark this weed up
I know you got some family members you can call that
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this
Yeah I got a lot up on my mind
When I'm driving by
Windows down you know the music high
When I'm driving by
Stars are out and in my line sight
When
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
stock
While I bury words in soil, reaping cash crop
You had a laughingstock and I'll
Lead you to the slaughter
An example of how to treat men
If I ever
to
A lot of it
Uhuh uh uhuh
Uh
A lot of it
I walked in the function smellin like a hundon
Lookin like some Munyon
Smellin like she want some
Oh you got
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
rather do it myself (damn)
Direct, edit & mix
I hold that shit under my belt (forreal)
A degree to top that
I'm passin class by myself (yeah)
My own crib
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
wearing a wire
Play with paper You'll expire
Don't go by Sir bitch call me Sire
Javon the the CEO I'm the Empire
GVM Billionaire taking us higher
Now we're
sipping 'cause I get to tripping
My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0
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