Lyrics:
not A Minute Late
Ya I need my money, Not A minute late
Not A Minute A Late not A Minute A Late
Meet Me By The Alley not A Minute Late
Ya I need my
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
front ya moms
I was at the house, chiefing weed when moms was out y'all
It's who? Don't ask me that
I'll tell you anyway, a lyrical acrobat
But I been by
the end
We're about to blast off
So hold on real tight.
While Michael tells you
The kinda girl he likes.
Hey, I like a girl who likes to tease
I can't see this bitch, uh
I don't need you, bitch
I don't need no bitch
I don't need no bitch
I don't need that bitch
Leave me alone, leave me
Love of your life now I'm a narcissist
I'm the baby daddy how could y'all forget
Girl I need names who's involved in this
Baby is ya lying
Are we in
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it?
that I'm still on my way and havin' my way
For fifteen and dollars, she fuck on my partner but brag about Prada and all
Ain't trustin' no thotter, my
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
Holdup wait a minute why I drip like this
Dropping 100's to floor uh, pick it up bitch
Hitta nigga temp he fold, uh switch it up quick
All that shit
be up in gossip you can tell by my all black appearance
Been gone for a minute, but we still doubled the digits
I'm punching in minutes to kill it just
Now it's all patched up, you're the only one I need like
One two three, see, it's so easy
What more can I say, I'm feeling you
It's so simple, I
when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
*Four minutes left*
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready
you what's going on
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross the seas?
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers, indeed
Got mommas crying out,
better
Rolling in the deep, I need to breathe better
I see demons in my sleep, I need to sleep better
Having visions of my friends in RIP sweaters
Have
a big amount
Five percent of y'all I could say I know about
Never judge a book by the cover till it's read
Dollars on your head we don't do it for
Selling rap beefs for some fast cheese
It’s past me wanna steer the wheel
But I’m still stuck up in the backseat
I feel like I’m being driven
By all my
seem impossible to lose
I guess I need to learn to live with them
I wanna spend one more day with you
Please ask me
Fire
Fire will burn all
And in reflection of days gone by
I stayed awake all last night
When morning came, I was still unsure
To laugh or cry, I'm needin' more
just is who I am
Put it in her mitten press record on the cam
Want a ride then get in
In the chevy not a ram
Be there in a minute ima need another gram
I
Kinny
She told me to play my song when I'm in it
Now I be spinnin and spinnin and spinnin and spinnin all day long for a minute
Now I be winnin n
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
_(5648207117).jpg/300px-Michael_Franti_and_Spearhead_@_Fremantle_Park_(17_4_2011)_(5648207117).jpg "Michael Franti & Spearhead")
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