Lyrics:
're my lil' baby for real, you know you baby fr yeh yeah, hey
Remember them long days in the trap We was sipping on E&J
You was Alicia Keys, I was Usher,
Don't know yo name, nope you ain't on my roster
Hair is sitting well, and the length?
Like a Rasta
Bi-Bitch I rock the fangs, yeah you know, like
that I'm flowing like water
From sea or water from creek
And if I don't speak, I know you ain't growin
Cuz I'm a leader, respect it when you see em
But you wanna fall in love
I don't know if that's gon do
Just Fall into my pockets baby
Let the rocket blow
We'll see where this goes
Oh you don't know
Premier and Guru, 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
filter
As I'm seeing ghosts an I don't know
What most of you want from me
But its the half of me that's hot
That keeps me killing for the smoke
So let me
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
study me 'cause I got all the answers, when I write it's like I got a cheat sheet
Rap God bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I
We dodge fire here, and y'all let it burn
If I ever try here, by dear
My tears, my fears die here
Why here, I fear my peers
My dear, I swear
I must've
in the mirror
As you take go slow I got patients if you ever leave my world
Would end revelations if loyalty is all you need I got it and some
Bentley
shit
Yea saks for my clothes
When I switch my flow
I switch it like
Ten 4 for 4s
You don't want no problem
Got too many poles
And I'm real feminine
You
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
[Sauce:]
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
and Moesha
You play the keys to my soul just like Alicia
Yeah
I gotta "Crush" on you
You "Cactus Cooler" than the rest they ain't got much on you
And I'm a fan
right, what we gon' do right here
Let Tevye talk
Bitch, you know you better watch your mouth
I'ma flood the city if they yellin' it's a drought
My new
ride for my dawg
If it ever be a problem
Hit me up you can call
Whoa, whazzam with it bitch?
How ya doing? where ya been?
You don't check on yo lil
know nothing
So don't judge a book by it's cover
Cause you'll never understand me, so don't even try
I'm something different, like a dying species
Last
in me
I won't tell your secrets
Kinda like Alicia Keys
I aint playing bout you
Please don't play about me
And if I say they aint your friends
Then
like Alicia, how you hittin' them keys
If somethin' ever happened to you, you gon' come to me
Hmm, but I'm tripping
Tripping, you say I be tripping, but
ever made, you stay on my wishlist
Look you in your eyes and tell you that it don't get no better
When my face between your legs you know that I can get
back
It's a trap
Where the karma be
Alicia Keys
Was in her diary
When I hit it
She say
Baby
Don't you ever leave
She put her body on me
Every time
I
a fucking banana
Making a reggae song and your bitch is looking cute in that thong
Mixin reggae with rap
But no reggae and trap
If you mix reggae with rap
Son
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
bout it But these
Alicia keys, niggas fallin' in and out of love with her
Told you she a animal, homie, you shouldn't fuck with her
My homeboy was
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