Lyrics:
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
got to reach out
Reach out to taste my loving
Want you so Sunday girl
Oh I really want you
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Bad Boys
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
going to with that yansh
Can I help you
No baby na me wan help you here's my number dial am
One billion point one with the blood-clat chi its final
Ever
an Ultramagnetic
DJ mix off Statik Selekted
The Clue to Premier was Spooky cause here
Jeff Left Quik with Spinderella my dear
They got a room for some Metro Boomin
I'll take two
To introduce the Too Damn type posse to you
I'ma start the introductions with the man on my left
The undisputed, the greatest alive, my
my body?) Wanna touch my body?
(Body) baby
(It's too much, my body) it's too much, my body
(Body) yeah, yeah
(Check it out, my body) check it out
you out of all of your debt
Sugar high, pop one in the backseat, oh my God
Mix it with the SunnyD, miss me with the pillow talk
I'm on fire, live
of the other
Of all the rest
Like an afterglow with each trail birthing another
Trails evening up and everything and all the frames
Zoomed out and aligned
That
The funk like this, we gotta take it outside
I got the baby's mamas all in my cool line
You walk next to this chimp and here's what we do
I'ma duck out
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
In order for me to be happy
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may
each time
Step up to the mic
And act a donkey
In the meantime
Hola como Estes
To all of my momma sitas
And baby how you doing
To black queens
With thick
my body?) Wanna touch my body?
(Body) baby
(It's too much, my body) it's too much, my body
(Body) yeah, yeah
(Check it out, my body) check it out
type shit
I canceled her, kick her out the stu' type shit
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches
A solid nigga, countin' dog food type
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
And everything was hunky fuckin dory
Then comes the twist to this funky little story
At my next live show
Guess who's in the front row staring at me like
at the port with the nickel bags and shit
tell my pops i'm out earthbound with the crew
he said butterfly may the boogie be with you
left my moms a note with
to break em like a twig (whoo!)
Gimme beef cause I don't eat pig (uh)
Who runs the joint with the flavors in the Vernon? (uh-huh)
Got one life to live
gotta keep it real in the first place
And kill them softly with your word play like
Hey Derrtie
Baby you keep it funky they are worried
Derrtie
Baby you
you eat out like McDonald's
I ain't no clown like Ronald
Uh, more like Donald
Trump, with the way I get it crunk
Like my man Lil Jon, but call him Lil
(Ayo, Sebastian, run that shit the fuck back)
(RONRON do that shit)
I love the life I live, we go tit for tat
Opposition sendin' shots
They get hit
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