Lyrics:
a git you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
yah, wid di linen fit here
Don't be fooled by my glitter and my fame girl
Cause it's you that I really wanna share my name, yeah, my name
Yo, hey,
John
Can't you see by the will of your hand
You can give it a try and just name your price
And everybody in this rock & roll band
Don't want
Live love live I can't feel ya
Them niggas trynna kick it but can't kick it like it fifa
And They was trynna see me but can't see me like John Cena
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
We been reaching for the stars all our life
Ain't got a money counter so we count it four times
I don't trust too many so I keep it by my side though
she finally talked to me later, she told me please don't hate her
But her mother didn't like me and she really didn't expect me
To move up to Boise,
years old
Just completely by luck
Wandered into one of the best schools
In the world for taekwondo i just got lucky
I got really, really, really lucky
I
I'm really in the mood
Baby
Let's get in the groove
Baby
So, what you got to loose
Baby
It's just me and you
Ba-by
I'm really in the mood
Baby
Let's
y'all don't really know me like you think you know me
We know how you speculate
Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date
Claim we're
Jordan David
MuuuFucka
Look
Shawty got it and she know just what she doin wit it
Got the whole room lookin at her when she movin it
Groove wit it,
Snake, Big John, and Me
By Denny Leroux and Skip Cherubino
Comin' out the bayou, all alone
So tired my back's broke, got no strength
on my mind
I told her I relate, yeah, like I really give a fuck
All bullshit aside, yeah, girl, you know what I'm in it for
By way that you look when I
believe but I know it's really true
Fucked up with the gangsta moves
Affiliated in the baby shoes
Investigatin’ but I got no clues
A loose cannon with
couldn't be me
Then i met Ace & Tee
Yeah
We formed a regime, brought together by the need for the cream
I'm cookin' up schemes like Scofield
I'm cookin'
my wings are soaring (cll-day)
Been sipping muddy my speech is slurring my visions blurry
Common sense ain't really common to these people
They been
to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing
to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing
Words and music by Freddie Mercury and John Deacon
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah!
You're taking all the sunshine away
Making out like you're the main
Yeah
Shit sound crazy, Hit
The Butcher comin', nigga
See the difference is
From me and y'all niggas, I really did this shit though
So I can say
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