Lyrics:
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
a star for that shit,
And you can learn a lot by jacking jacking my style
jacking jacking my style, Y?all been jacking for a while,
Fresh from Argentini,
between the heat of Havana
And the concrete jungle of
Mexico City i didn't realize
It then, but, boy
Does it hit me now i realize how
Scary it must have
just hear myself bragging about her
My little girl
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are
the fixings
Aunties all inside the kitchen
I'm just thinking what my gift is
Egg nog with a splash of Rum
(Rum Rum Rum)
Drummer boy going ra pa pum pum
Drummer
at the stars pink sweat suit's
Lapearla drawers girl I'm still trying
To find a flaw
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover
Then baby here
same as my looks, they fly, uh
Whole grown man, I cry
Pink tones to match skylines, yeah
Have it, I must
Not an outcome that came out of luck
Matter
oh, oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Your young and reckless (yeah)
nice little diamond necklace (yeah)
Got a pint-sized vodka drink and your
the basket
The table right by the exit
So, I sat down and gave her a little talk
Then she asked me why, I should make her bed rock
I told her one thing, she
fuck 'em
Little shit speaking on, boy, I done done it, talking and up's where I run 'em
Two lanes what I switch in that, told 'em test me, I get hot like
and to Joseph
And this is how it all began
That first Christmas
There came a drummer boy (a drummer boy)
and a star in the east (and a star in the east)
In
gotta do it doesn't fuckin matter G
My paycheck bigga than ya salary
Call me little drummer boy, bitch
Pa rum pum pum
Call me little humper boy, bitch
I
on the grind, nigga, I don't even skate
Pussy boy the type to go file a complaint
You a snitch, word goin' round, you a bitch
All you do is talk boy, you sound
little girl, I know you're just 22
I'll tell ya right now, you can dance to the blues"
The sticks started clickin' and the drummer counted in
The whole
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
smile
I come correct
I'm checking stocks with a little cutie laying on my bed
Her chocolate skin with the pink lights I see a silhouette
Not the type
We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick
They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skiis, I had
and believe and harvest
Seed for the girls who's looked down by the world set em free
(Let me switch it up a little bit)
Took our credit didn't need a loan
money 'cause
It come in abundance
Rum-pum-pum-pum, drummer boy come
Run a boy down and then snitch on his mate
Yeah
You gotta be family to eat from this
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green chrysler
Bad as anybody's porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's as strong
guided by the invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse
Me
I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'
I'm your little drummer boy
While the eggnog is all noggy
And the fireplace all a-glow
While our bodies are heatin' up
In yuletide places down below
I
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