Lyrics:
Don’t know how to act
Now run that back
Day by day
Got a whole lot to say
Please back away cause you’re in my way
They can keep on coming but they burnt
Oh, this has been my longest day
Sitting here close to you
Knowing that maybe tonight we're trough
Like an image passing by, my love, my life
In
a lease, 30 deep we gon' riot up in Neiman Marcus (Uh)
Jewish lawyer by my side, know that we some targets (Uh)
But we'll beat the charges, oh yeah, yeah,
desire
Protection from the eternal fire
Pardon from my sin of prior
The holy one that is doused in fire
Only major nothing minor
I'm a missionary for hire
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey
your posse)
I'm off the Perkys with niggas (Perkys)
Fuck your molly (Fuck your molly)
I'm in Atlanta with dracos
Talkin' that shit get a halo
Got your
need a major
We on did the labor
We don't need no favors
We some mother fucking hustlers
By Nature
All of ever know is
Go an get that paper
FTM major
We
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my
like a copper
Stoppa, stoppa, but you can't stop me
Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot, G
Came a long way from back in the day
We did it
the steelo present like early Bdays
Reminiscent of my innocence, we can't ask for replays
Movin' forward, hit the door, major key, unicorns don't wear uniform
the steelo present like early Bdays
Reminiscent of my innocence, we can't ask for replays
Movin' forward, hit the door, major key, unicorns don't wear uniform
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
I'm twerkin' both hands on me working
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
zone, like it's two three
Ridin' with the bro's, smokin' blunts in the two seat
Can't kick it for free, more serious than fun
If you do it by yourself,
rights reserved, all rights reserved
To the entitled artist
Me and the posse came to party
No pressure, we're professionals; we do this in our sleep
Don't
here close to you
Knowing that maybe tonight we're trough
Like an image passing by, my love, my life
In the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life
never did a day job
Up in a wraith, we are stars up in here gazing stars
Just what you say motherfucker made it major
Up in they shows horsey asses like
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
on the charts
This an art form
Weather forecasting
For a sunny day
My posse full of women
Know we gonna play
Take it on up
To the new Maldives
Snorkel when we
will I fold
Seen some shit
While On the road
Never broke the code
Cop customs clothes
Created by
Hustlers quality
Dgf thats my posse
Girl you so fine
I got 'em mad I could see them in the comments
And the party don't start 'till we get the bitch jumpin
Said they on a track?
You bitches ain't
Blinded by, designer lines
Pushed love aside, yeah
Now you trying to find a way back in time
But me I'm fine
While I know you thinking 'bout me
Where we haven't been accessory
Or the leader of the posse
For human rights violations
So fuck this fascist nation
In a marketplace in Yemen, slavery is
too, too much posse
Yeah, I threw a party, much people came by
I'm talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly
Sittin' in my room,
Laflare nah we don't fight fair
Got major flavor, no major label
We major niggas cause we got major paper
Ball hard like we Major League Baseball
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