Lyrics:
could see
The little versions of me
Im gonna let it be known
They had there nanny
And she was great
I mean she was better than great
She was my momma you
representin' VP, you know how we do
You 'bout to say to yourself, what what
Say one, then some
The paper, can't understand, uh
One degree says, she can't
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with
The culture was never yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so
some conversation and some sexy talk
But you better be careful cause she's more than a dime
Yeah, cause if you're not careful this girl will Blow Your
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
on the corner of Lincoln and Carr
Grab your mitt the boys, and let's
Play some ball
Well you were my shoulder to cry on
On the day she died
Or the day we walked
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
gon' fold
That G2six ,I'ma get in that mode, bitch, come here
You can run, but you can't get far
Slide that oneway that shit getting stop
Keep on dissin'
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
Sorry N' Shit
Chorus
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
a
Child what is
Moral and immoral, right and wrong
We first and foremost can
Establish what the laws that govern
Us are you can
Always escape hell by not
what?
But ol' boy, why you bringin' up old stuff
More than money, she just want some time (time)
A night with her and her and two bottles of wine
she so mine
Taking more double shots than
Free throw lines
I might hit like three, four times
They say "What the fuck is you
On?" Fuck if I'm right
Fuck
you gave a thought
- To where you at, how you doin man?, better check your head before my pulse knocks you down like James Brown
(chorus)
- This is
you're with the dangerous crew
Bitches wann hang with you
Think about the thang in you
She can suck a thang or two
Niggas in other gangs want
a gamble, you should roll the dice
Or you can shut the fuck up, take your own advice
Your opinion of me really doesn't matter
You can probably keep your two
Mmmm Yea
Yeaaa
Tell Me What You Want
Tell Me What You Want
Yea
Steve James
Grim Muzik
Let's Do It
Tell me what you want, the power, the fame,
ye ye
Fine girl see she come from Zambia
With finest girl she's from Lusaka she wanna connect my Naija wifi ye ye
[Chorus] Fanuchi & James CN
Roses
Johnny married Mary Lou
Had a kid or two
Both in private school
Peanut butter and soup
Carly moved to Yazoo
Heard she was still cute
Still hooked up with
seem better when she talking less
Starting to think that she like the arguments
It's getting more tough for me to pardon it
I pull up from three, James
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