Lyrics:
my beam on
Win boys, Win City what we be on
Rocked Dickies, starched out with the crease on
Back then you know I rocked it with the sleeves gone
Now
don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real
while I'm copping over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me? I'm
my story, could care less who likes it
I'm not gonna read my life, promise I'm gone write it
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days
my Barbie (Barbie)
Beating ha back Ian sorry (Fuck ha)
No baby can't take me to Maury
Can't be the daddy I'm sorry
On to the next know she chocolate
in college so I chill on the campus
Had a real nigga feeling embarrass
Country bitch I be fucking in Hammond
Micheal Jackson how my diamonds dancing
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
a beat, scrape the ground, hit the floor, grab your tits
Take control be the show, let these other ladies know
You're the queen I'm the king, nobody
Curtis Jackson
50
Let’s go
Many men many men
Need to be looking out for me
I’m taking it all
With a grin like the Grinch
If any want rap beef
I’m bringing
This not an image
This is really how I be livin’
I go up stoned by the note
Hardly un-zoned you can’t knock me down hoe
Ask if I want smoke they go
a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you
yo
You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade
Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played
On my 90's flow, nigga, Young OG shit
On my
grind
I, ll be on the grind
Been married for a little bit
My wifey on my mind
We walk together living it
(Trip do you take Jess?) She's
A gift God
I didn't understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I wanna see the reaction on there faces when I say this
Ha ha, this is why I
to Jackson Square
I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me
for every crumb cause a nigga came from a fuckin' penny
Check out my watch it's authentic
Hold it out hold it out, let 'em see, don't be scared
Hold it
Yeah
Let's take em back
This time it's personal
Uh
I still miss you by my side when we was waking up
I know it's hurting you inside when you was
[Intro: Brandon T Jackson Talkin]
Cici Yo See Normally I Dont Do This
Brandon T Jackson Ugly Girls (Cici) Pretty Girls
Ima Be On Everybody Top 8 Ha
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
want it you can have it
But if this life is yours to take, please don't let it be a habit
Losing all my friends, swear it's giving me the bends
If my
playing I'ma ring him by his neck
Thing about me I'ma step
Don't ever forget that
Simpin' is a part of life I never progressed at
But I gotta get this shit
Belleville what up
This a mental exercise, exorcist
Black excellence, black Methodist
Who wanna diss me, know this nowhere my peak
Gotta find me
the curtains
My life will be a B-movie shot by Tim Burton
And if I lack authenticity
Remember authenticity is often shitty
So please, no pity,
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