Lyrics:
You wake up you wanna do what chu love
I'm bout my work I can never get enough
Place of business 2pac defined a thug
Passion in my art cuz it keep me
like you got the energy
Pre Hook:
And every time you stand still you grab my attention and can't deny, the reason that it came to be (that DM on IG)
should've known
You got another
VERSE 2
Yuh know?
Mi see di signs and mi ignore dem
Cause mi blinded by Yuh love, dats why me just close di door when
Yuh
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
life
Coz i'm pondering possibilities without a sign.
Show us what chu got (ooo-ooh)
The ugly duckling, the boring flock.
Don't let it drip away, into
to Die" for what you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me
For figures, we
the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Thomas, Craiger, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
I think this my favorite song
I think this
bitch
Got no time for no bull shit by the baddest bitch a Birkin bag
Tryna Keep her up to par baby you look better naked you should take it off
People
Sitting by my phone
Why u ain’t call
Got me feelin stressed out
Dis ain’t it at all
Got me dropping ashes
Hitting on da floor
Burnt out, I’m
tellin' us if we don't vote for him, we ain't Black
I still think you racist and that's my problem with you
We only voted for you 'cause you got Kamala
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Thomas Craiger, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Load up the truck if you coming with me,
We bout
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
I got the internet goin nuts
30 you a fool for this one
What NBA Young Boy
Yeah
It's da Yungin'
Uhh
C-Royy
You can't be fuckin wit da Yungin what you
Chu Waitin For
Rebekah Hopper
2019
ASCAP
You just hit the jackpot
I'll take us to the moon
We can blast off
I back up what I talk
Cuz with me
It
Wearing white clothes, God bless Nas' mother
I said we all coming home
God's sons and God's daughters
We all got a place (Yes)
And if you feel forgotten,
on the first thing smokin
Rhymes in the marinade soakin
Kin folks all at the bar, yo put the bottles on ice
And let 'em who you are, you a star
Tash got cash,
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: J-Luxx, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Come inside and ease your mind
I know you had a long
screamin', maybe I'm dreamin'
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggas know, that if you fuck
screamin', maybe I'm dreamin'
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggas know, that if you fuck
on my mind so I got it by myself
I don't need nobody, I don't need your help
I remember back then
When I ain't have to penny, nickel, dime or dolla
Was
Green bean over spinach no Popeye. strong fit i got drip i am not dry. Bandxt red white no stop sign, but chu know aint no goin past my guys.
No Youth
ya', clap the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya'
Aiyyo, it's William and Womack, y'all talk about throwbacks
Me and the homey go back
another one yet
Who do it like this
It's on, put yo hands in the air
We got you in the zone, get yo hands in the air
If it's on, put
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