Lyrics:
The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get
to go is strait to the top what up
Isabella I sing it acapella
Her favorite ice cream maybe chocolate or vanilla
So Isabella L, I know you hear me well
good?
I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?"
You know I got it, what's good?
My people's 'bout it, what's good?
Never stop, we never settle
Gotta push
feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five
I look in your eyes, when I look in your eyes
I know what you're thinking of
'Tis a beautiful day and you're welcome to stay (welcome to stay)
We
Want to double team me
Triple double get what I want
Like I own a genie
Aladdin, my bitch look like Jasmine
Fuckin' with that nigga and you know he told
Hey yo Jim man why don't ya, you don't you kick some of that
You know, you know how you do it man
It's a trip people don't even believe were together
ain't got no game
Fuck sex, bitch, I'm gettin' checks
I'm lookin' at yo calendar, nigga, what's next?
It's empty, there's nothin' on the schedule
You
Tick Tock
You know the routine after I
Fuck a bitch get blocked
Shit was to easy bitch was
Amazed by some Black Rock
750 for these Louis Swim shorts
Your
intento, te juro que lo intento
Mi boca te da las gracias, mis ojos te están mintiendo
Ra-rappers no se mojan, GORE-TEX, no as Malcolm X
You know "How We Do"
¡Mamaᴄita!
Farrᴜ
Jasᴏn Derᴜlᴏ
Dale, dale, dale
Dale, dale, dale
Wassᴜp? Wassᴜp? It's niᴄe tᴏ knᴏᴡ ya
Can't ᴡait tᴏ ɡet yᴏᴜ baᴄk tᴏ my ᴄar
¡Mamaᴄita!
Farrᴜ
Jasᴏn Derᴜlᴏ
Dale, dale, dale
Dale, dale, dale
Wassᴜp? Wassᴜp? It's niᴄe tᴏ knᴏᴡ ya
Can't ᴡait tᴏ ɡet yᴏᴜ baᴄk tᴏ my ᴄar
to ninety-nine
Yeah
Yeah, that shit was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying?
But check it, you gotta another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know
ain't worried bout what's next
That's why I keep you here
You ain't like them other hoes
Cause you the fucking best
Just in case you didn't know
Cause
Uh, yeah
Oh, mhm (uh)
You take me by the hand
You light my fire
But you're no mine yet
I hope a tí are no a liar
Don't break the magic of desire
I
edge
One dose of my feroc- handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
ecstasy
(Kissin', touchin', caressin')
You know that you don't have to leave (tonight)
Sayin', "why didn't I go home with you tonight?" (ah ha, yo)
In
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
media's a tool to extort
To take your mind away until you distort Don't even have a say, they just click report
Or they look at you on storyboard Times
Arthur on the table with Johnny riding a shotgun
Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar
Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance
You know
to soundcheck
And our mics are screwed up, and his always sound best
You know what, man? I'ma say somethin'
Ayo Em, you got somethin' to say? Man, nothin'
I
to soundcheck
And our mics are screwed up, and his always sound best
You know what, man? I'ma say somethin'
Ayo Em, you got somethin' to say? Man, nothin'
I
out
Judge my character of what I like will get you knocked out
I tend to spend my nights writing lyrics instead of going out
Physically I got no
what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Dope boy Prez, you know who got
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