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J.M.P Records Gosh Gosh Gosh keep it up and don't sleep it up my people any thing you a do good just keep it up (hey)
Money ah make just keep it up
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Bobby Ray ha-ha
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
If
learning
Keep the fire burning like I'm Hades
Bitch you tried to play me
Now your puking up them daisies
While I'm sitting with a boo thing
She gon wanna
my iPhone
We shooting a movie i told her just do it show out for the nikon
Hit from the back with my nikes on
Kim k and ray j we icons
Beat it up like
[Kazi]
I'm down with all the illest ain't no crabs all around me
So put your head together you still couldn't find me
Where I be and how I
the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
a truck and grabbing that chopper wit' an AK to your head
I'd rather be laying up in the bed wit you baby and making head
Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy
to see me clearly
Through the sun rays
Daises growing out my head for you
Cause I don't want to leave your head in a muddle
So subtle
Love you too
I think
to keep your licence clean
Better slow down for the lights
There's a cop up there who sits up all night
Take the hill in second gear
And you can see my
ear and grab you by the hand
Keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
My heart's a stereo that only plays for you, yeah
My heart's
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin' your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I
that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin' your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I
it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
up your full drip
And he wasn’t involved
stuck in the middle
In the Er
Getting Hit with needles
I won’t say I’m sorry sorry
Am I hurry hurry
radio'd for back up cars
So we could put this crook behind bars
Another criminal off the streets
Another D.J. back to his beats
I walked in the club and I
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
a reverend
Better get an exorcist the way I make them heads twist
Your mother sucks cock in hell
Fuck I fucked it up
Level 10 Studio's
ADHD
Pull up
name Robby Ray
Your bitch never forget that's why I say that shit again
On god...
Nigga ain't playing no games
Killed his faith now a nigga always
on the interstate
I think finally found a note to make you understand
If you can hear it, sing along and take me by the hands
Keep it stuck inside your head, like
Dress up in some fashion
Bump it just like acne
Targets get attacked, then a splat
Just like practice
Can't be too relaxed
When your bach ain't getting
pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so
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