Lyrics:
cost you a comma
Got big ol good pussy
The type that bring drama
Hands on you knees
On your toes lemme see
That type of ass it'll get you a key
Bust
the shots came out of that truck
Don't tell me it's beef, nigga, show me your soup
Doing better than smelling my mud
I come through ripping off your sun roof in one swoop
I'm heated lead headed for the head
Raining bullets with as much weight as the things I've said
know it clap your hands
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
and I really want you to get close to me
so won't you
and fight, let's get right
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
And I feel like I owe you something
Let me show you something, girl
And it's gon' be nice
Right
mic
Steve Marley ah chat, firm and strong
Doh step pon the lot
The peaceful, righteous, Rastaman
Rod of correction, inna him hand
Preachin' out
I don't get mad, I get even Eye for an eye, give me one good reason
And I'll show you my demons Try me, it's eye for an eye, for an eye, for
an eye,
come true
Promise I'm on top now
The bottom what I been through
Where were you with me when I was down bad
I didn't see you like i was Steve wonder
Now
'em both
Let's go on a boat like the yuppies do
I'll squeeze your ass only if you want me to
You can brush your hand on my face and say I'm kinda cute
a nigga hand and that's when you gon' reveal me (what up?)
Nina on my waist if you talkin' out your face
Better proceed with caution 'cause you niggas
Party people
Yeah
Tag Team music in full effect
That's me, DC, the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Rollin
We're kicking the flow (we're kickin'
sellin' bricks
By the pound Pick your mans up, nigga, I put that boy
Out of bounds Scorin' hell with buckets, nigga, Karl
Anthony Towns My clip long as my
ghetto
When you don't show up at court
For not paying your child support
Are you too bossier for me?
You act like you too good to eat
At Church's,
tore up
Higher then clouds while we puffin on this loud
Smoking so much weed so let me show you how
Gotta clean the bong make sure see thru clear
No
to the fullest
Can't change the world, I spark the mind to do it
So welcome to the newest the next episode
Blow your mind like a 12 Gage at the show
So what
Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call 'em pops
Girl what's it gon' take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start
on the people who would kill just to be by you
And beware of those who appear to be dyin' to meet you
Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be
life
2 or my people, look nigga I'm planning
And when I see 200 keys of that sand
I'm a marked man, so I'll put that shit in your hand
I'mma be
got us paged
Now we go to different corners and get paid
All our shit gets raked by tuition but the missions still on our brain
We gon' make it rain
Me
you up
He'll hold your hand (mm, He'll hold your hand)
He'll ease your pain (He'll ease the pain)
So you can smile again, darlin' (so you can smile
He ain't mean to impose
He just here to impress
Never the less
You got to give me your best
Throw your hands in the air
Wave them side to side
Throw
Vibin with them speakers loud
Throw both of your hands up
Wanna see you amped up
That is just how these things go
Welcome to the fucking show
It’s
only fans
I know your girls on me I ain't tryna hold her hand
I got a wife at home she ain't my only fan
But she my only girl and I'm her only man
So
Party people
Yeah
Tag Team music in full effect
That's me, DC, the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Rollin
We're kicking the flow (we're kickin'
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