Lyrics:
uh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog
And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?
It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it
to
The back of the gun i'm the truest
(Truist Bank)
I rap about what I actually done
I clap a drum, you gon' instantly faint
The stick draw
It'll make
I'll Paul your Bunyan if you talkin back
Attracted to the essence
Yeah they wanna know the trend
Counting up all the blessings
Then we make it all again
Workin Overtime make it clap like Sean Paul,
Durty wine on the dick like dance hall,
Round and round she go with Strizzo,
Ms. All The Way Live she
know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put
Check it
No regrets, nigga no regards
I know the bar, raise mine, y'all can lower y'alls
What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart
Prolly
really hate to say you can't elevate to this
But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits
Me and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send it
huh, that's just my view
I ain't kidding uko in the wrong profession
Meli ya Barz on the way nikufanyie provision
By the look of things naona hatua make
on them backstreets 'til the
Day that my God call
Lil' Sean Paul, ridin' dirty up 85
In twin Challies
Just a friendly game of dodgeball
I'm the one killed
a few holes in your jacket
I'll make you vanish
There's gonna be a sick round of applause
When I start to clap it breakdown
Why step in the ring?
When
it off Now, baby, gonna take it off
Girl, my mind ain't right, right What else can you expect? You the baddest thing in my sight
Sean Paul, just give
the shots, no need to brown-nose
Cut the check at 40 grand for shows
I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya
The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I
a get this Gwalla either way it Go
You Don’t wanna grow well Then You got to go
She get in that Drank and make That ass Clap
Crash bandicoot them negus
clothes, j't'ai un cat post à l'arrêt d'bus
Average Joe qui est capable de flow mieux qu'Canibus
Sean Price, Sean Paul, tant qu'le track, y bûche
C'pas un
Thank god
For another year
Sometimes it gets tricky in this bitch
Fuck it ima shed another tear
Shoutout to my brother Paul
He been gone a while
But
whip
And shake them thangs and hit four, five six
Below you ain't know get at me
Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe
It's a bomb type weed now
uh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog
And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?
It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it
Wish I could make this up
It ain't the worst, but fuck me runnin'...
Moving right along to the bump, bass and brunch
Yeah baby, but Yoga mostly
Big
it up
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
If ya got that feelin
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
A put it up
By now you want to know
What hits you
a gang of Jackie's chicken in they mouth (stop it)
Anton and Sean pitching a fit
'Cause somebody rolled her bud in a Henny blunt and won't pass the shit
need to, chew on the {most}
When I fall, I am Sean Paul I get busy, be on the go
What's the acronym for BUSY, being under satan's yoke
Say it ain't so, I
and I gave her a makeover
Quality Control, the game is in takeover
Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned rappa
Break down and we make it clap like magnolia
They come from the stars
Make a wish when you see me
Came from the mud now I'm on top
And I made it look easy
Give me the light feel like Sean Paul
Gone
Feelin all the energy that makes our body sing
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout
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