Lyrics:
Another one
DJ Khaled
I like the ratchetest women (go)
Woo, woo, G6, let's get it (woo)
Rich niggas comin' down to the city (on God)
Your bitch
simply say there's no debate
The music is the only way
I can communicate
But by the time you here this
It's prolly gon' be too late
I never give you
about your gender
Dj play the music all day, no agenda
Touchdown, omo it's a Touchdown
And when I enter the place, it's a shut down
Omo this energy will
Caruso comes in at 1:40 - (good in-point for actual track at around 2:40)
Note: music is “tucked under” as if we are hearing it from one side of a door
murder for capital
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth")
Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!
Cause It's real loud, weed heavy like some mass. Hitcha in ya chest It'll blow ya to the past like a dinosaur. Man that Ain't called for. I can tell that
to come back
I'm yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
Yours for the asking
Neon lights
Blink as silent voices for the city
Where the girls all try to look pretty
but I still take flight
If they asking where we at, tell em we outside
You be pressing for the addy, bro we outside
I'm keeping it to water, I'm
If you ever in my city swear you gotta keep ya gun
These niggas wanna blank yo shit it aint no one on ones
Theres no patience for the fake shit baby
when actually
You're the one that threatens me
Intensively
To the point that I lie at night and I can't sleep
If it wasn't for your lies that you ignite
the one that threatens me
Intensively
To the point that I lie at night and I can't sleep
If it wasn't for your lies that you ignite
I wouldn't have any
Conclusion know
How to act out in All for a mass Confusion
Asking myself in the mirror who to Seduce and
Seduction a madd play in for rad Misfusion
How to act
the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!"
[Chorus]
It may look and sound easy doing the human beat box
But it's
to learn how to sing this song
It goes:
Please don't pass me by
Ah you don't have to sing this not for you
Please don't pass me by
For I am blind, but you,
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
on me for multiple reasons
A Nigga like me who can make it dawg is a achievement
If I passed away these Niggas would be capping by saying that we was
manifesting life
I will be ridin on my city
I will be ridin on my city
Tonight
I hate when it comes
Make me feel the bums
cll I do I do it for the sums sums
hood (Miami Dade County)
Them boys will put you down on your knees (305)
Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em)
That's the sound
I'm not asking who there
Put this shit on by myself
And This 40 hold up for my belt
Move with caution please watch how you step
Say she like these
the choir, man
And look at where I am
I never thought I would acquire fans
Acquire bands, say a bunch of
Random shit and rhyme it, man
That's how much I do not
that won't fade away
It's a song in your heart that never will die
It's a heavenly choir that sang glory on high
As I laid in the hay born for a grave
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
that whirlwinds are real
And I hope my battle cry
Pierces through your shrapnel skies
And I'm praying emerald eyes
Don't fall this city till midnight
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