Lyrics:
that be rappin aint seen often
When they hear our music all the people boppin
Ok, yeah we juiced up no OJ
Exotic and melodic yellows coming out san jose
I want much more
I picture myself on the rap game Rushmore
Wonder what I'll be when I increase my age plus four
I won't ever sell out, people saying I
and dining
Fine caviar
Expensive out the roof
Candy eye
Mob ties
No lies
Long flights
Sober thoughts
Drunk minds
Real eyes
I realize then I cut by
Time slowed
it
Other rappers stay sippin' lean, water like a pool, sip it
Had to relocate and move places four times
But I always been by the sea and shore lines
the twin
I hit him by the two Niggas cappin', they ain't really rappin
Yapping in that stu , they like, Preemee you don't really do that, bitch, it's what I
I miss the days when they used to rap about how good they rappin' now
You take away the money and chains ain't much to rap about
A whole lotta
[Intro]
C'mon, whassup nigga...
Ride over here on the dope side...
Clockin like a muh'fucka yaknow?
Let loose!
[Daz]
Time goes by, whether ya to'
the telephone to avoid phone calls
As I sit and crave for the love she gave
But when I wake up, I'm the same love slave
Saying
[Repeat x4]
She loves me,
run to every new thing under the sun
You be a jack of all trades and a master of none
Mood Swinging
La la la la la... eh oooo oo X4
Soon come
to G-Shock, these the jailhouse Rolex
Be cautious who you buy a phone from, they might work with SIS
Had me stuck in the SHU, four months straight with one
Call me Mr. Make it happen, this rappin' swear it's my passion
Foot on they necks, no relaxin', I'm Thanos on the beat I'm snappin
I live my life
and eating sweets
And what you find you keep, say it (make love to me)
You do it standing up, orgasms hand 'em up
Y'all just don't give a fuck, what? (Fuck,
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
the club with another bitch and we was dry humpin
Bitch you okay but I desire something
More not really I just love to cheat
I made you think I was sweet I'd
niggas cropped
Can never catch me playin sweet
Nigga seen me I made em beat his fuckin feet
Gang left Miami like they played for the heat
Call me Dr. Dre
Clever n#### with a drip, smart water on my mind (Ha)
Back now, ballin' in the game, showin' out for four quarters (AI)
Never been a do boy, roll
Once again, another Trax Productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't
sweet, sweet love
Two, one, two, three, four
Follow the spirits
Follow your dreams
Follow the ocean's line
Whatever you do whatever you do
Let's fall,
Calling all hustlers, calling all players
Please report to your scraper
Turn the ignition on, open all four doors
And commence to slapping, thank you
Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
I focus on the void and I fill it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
Real Lies
Love like a gambino
Loyal
Ruthless
Death do us part
Dust and bones
Exoskeleton exfoliate
Piece by piece
Little by little
A part of me
I'm by myself, boy, I jump out, bet I miss him
All glocks when we in this car, swing it 4 deep like we on a mission
Ain't no nightquil, no wockhardt,
(sweet nothings)
in my ear, let me know that you, feel the way I do, oh oh
oh, oh, oh, oh (repeat x4)
Oh baby, I knew I was wrong
I need your sweet
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