Lyrics:
with a red paper plate
Every time they hate I throw them bands like a bouquet
I ain't Ray J but you can be my Kim K
Feelin' like Lil Flip, in love
niggas, I don't understand
"What do you mean, that man is a fiend! Can't you see what he gon' do for the gram?"
Got 'em keys like Ray Charles, dropping off
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
when it's sticky (sticky)
Can't believe you niggas tryna diss me (what?)
Show you how fast I'ma get him (on God)
Bet I find his body by three
Peace up! Y'all know what it is! Usher baby!
(Uhhh) they ain't ready for this one, shawty
Yeah, mean! (Uhhh)
Haha! This is a
J-Lack Track, man!
Now,
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
of what I mean
How do you feel when I get down on my knees ?
La fête est finie dans ma tête
J'passe la serpillière
Les chemins s'aiguillèrent
Toujours la
when he's not practicin' Jim Crow
Or actressing some nympho bimbo
He's playin' Ray J, the old tape
DOOM, well, what can I say like JJ in a gold cape
when he's not practicin' Jim Crow
Or actressing some nympho bimbo
He's playin' Ray J, the old tape
DOOM, well, what can I say like JJ in a gold cape
the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting
I don't know what to do because the moon disguise as day
We on a journey, looking at the blue bright skies
Sun is beaming on me, and it's shining
of the witch doctor
I need a ting tang, one I want to bing bang
I really should be out in Tampa like a sting ray
I'm known for doing what I want, call it free
couldn't stop getting them sacks
Feeling like Ray Lewis the way I flipped the quarterback
But I'm humble like J Cole can't floss to show my racks
But I
L.I., Staten Island,
N.J., What! Connecticut, can't forget y'all,
Girls everywhere, ha ha
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Dedicated to the ladies from
for a label switch
They psych it I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like tony ?
They forgot I used to ? around that clock
Lord
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through
don't need to know I got a Brillo pad downstairs, you know what I mean
Blessed be the sinner who thinks himself a saint
I ain't no fucking hero
playing croquet
But please don’t confuse me with that ole nigga OJ
A boss, Poet, lyricist switching my hat more times then Ray J
Say what you want they
block put in cemetery
Gram niggas talkin' shit they tryna scam me
Dezi what's your SSN I'ma send the money
Dezi JP on the track man
Shout out three
enough to feed the neighborhood"
The play has just began follow me now
Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know
Mood disturbed, Ray goes
without a beat, or a DJ (I don't need that, I don't need that)
Without a pen, pad, without a blunt, a fifth of E and J (I don't need that)
Without a doubt
violence
They broke in my crib and seen Oscars
Emmys, Grammys
Damn he near a EGOT and he still Hip Hop
I'm to rap what Bird is to Bebop
What AI is to Reebok
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
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