Lyrics:
grip a stick and imma
Stir slowly
Niggas be wishing the
Worst for me
Imma do me I'm my
Own homie
Don't owe you nothing you
Don't know me
Ain't
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
For
leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is
Oh, Nelly (gon' change that game around)
And I bet (y'all really gon' hate him now)
Why don't you come ride with me? Ooh-wee
First name Nelly, last
you not ordained then bitch don't approach me
Bitches be choosing tryna get to know me
Cause I stand out like I forgot my door key Niggas steady be
one two three four mhmhmhmh
First verse and you know it does not get any worse
I got my friends and my pals singing this to nurse
They wish our
Chapter one, Dawn of a New Day
Before we get started, I'd like to thank Miss Alicia Keys for the instrumentation
And remind everybody to tip
that mediocre flow
I tried to Google you but all that
Came up was that you a ho
By the way my girl's name
Ain't Briahna it's Brianna
You wouldn't know
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
K, you can say he's low key
You might know my name, but, now, look you don't know me
I can be nice and flip like the Son of Sam
Nobody knows
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I'm
Handshake names are by definition TLDs
ABC, Punjabi, Chinese, and emojis
You can own any name, store them on your PC
It's EZ, no PhD, just don't forget your
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
know who the real reaper is
(me) if I want you dead, then you will be
I ain't afraid to get dirt on my hands
That's why they're absolutely filthy
I'll
this goes out to you
Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you
I don't know if its the end but yo it might be
Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia Heed and Spike
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
and you won't know their name
Gangsters to the max, all marks will be taxed
These girls drive Ferrari's not Cadillacs
Respect is demanded, most men don't
trouble me, honey make it a double G
Helby fam represent New York City
Hang on the siss, an we get criss pretty
All my keys throw your L's up, you know
to see her
Said I needed a teaser
But shit who got the keys to my Beamer
I rolled me up a blunt and got the Crystal out the freezer
I hopped in the two
feelin like oasis
Mom I promise Imma build you that foundation
Rockstar, rockstar, on the radio
Imma trade in the tech and buy a draco
Part 2
yourself before you get involved with someone
That turn a nigga into Jaqen H’ghar: No One
And I ain’t Faceless, I know what my name is
Don’t speak on it,
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