Lyrics:
I sing every season
I want to be with you each Christmas
For Eva (Noelle)
For Eva (Noelle)
Forever and ever
Forever
Can you hear me
I'm
the strangers show the most love
If I had it my way I wouldn't have blown up
Just like my nigga ATI I wouldn't show up
Unless you got a 100 bands on you (Bands
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
filled with tools, I'll have a pick, oh let me see
Bitch, you know I got it on me, fuck is that supposed to mean?
Back it up whore, 'fore I start fucking
I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a ho like a ho, play a sucka like stymied
Try me, and you'll descend into your end
Never thought
And don't come bore me
With the story hoping glory
Unless you come and tell me
How you made a
Motherfucker stop
My homies they be loyal
No question 'bout my
change your attitude
You chillin' with the king you ain't dealin' with them rapper dudes
(Hey) keep it real kick it with me is what you rather do
I was
around, if you came to dance let me see you wave ya hands, it's not hard to dance when you rocking with your favorite band!
It's the sounds, sounds
woo, woo, uh
Tell me you gon' ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon' die for me (you gon' die)
Tell me you gon' die by what you
gonna love yeah
They keep telling me I rap insane and to drop more tracks under my own name
It got out of hand with that metal band now I realize it's
the ribbon
The county brass band played
What a sad moment it seems they struck up now
No one ever could say why
But oh, the ships just passed on by
nah, I ain't tryna cuff
How you talkin' shit but can't pay rent by the end of the month?
I'm the motherfucker, not the baby daddy, ain't got a son
Me
a copycat
The only difference is the real one spit facts
I've seen your chain at the mall man look at that
Cost about 45 and it's all brass
Why you hating if
friends if they ain't with me till the end
Me and Burg up in Saks couple racks what we spend
They said Tommy run them bands, run them bands, run them bands
the clouds
Somehow on the ground
Tryna figure out
Why I'm up and down yeah
I just take it day by day yeah
Cause like the blip one day you'll fadeaway yeah
So
make her get out here
Niggas know I don't fuck with no queer
I'm sipping Actavis you niggas sipping beer
They looking at me cuz I'm
Not from round here
When did my body cease to be a temple
A place I was proud to plea for You to come and dwell
Now every room is occupied by greedy lovers
And the once
ain't tryna lack again
I try to do this with my nigga I was selling packs with him
Why y'all keep asking him?
Sold coke by accident
Aye
Jumped on the wave
No cash, no ice, no lacin you down
No Jags, no bikes, no blazin the town
Don't ask no price
You ain't breakin me down
I've been an asshole! Why you
I'm the trash-picking
Customer ass-kissing
Cook in a jazz kitchen
Cooking till the brass section
Begins their last session
Fueled by ambition
up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he
this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal
see the point, something's happening here today, a show of
Strength with your boys brigade, and I'm so happy and your so kind, you
Want more money
What you doin that shit for if you ain’t doin it right?
A couple overseas charters,
She's never been with a martyr,
Who's just trying to give his
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