Lyrics:
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
What you would do if it was twenty mil' or live on the street?
I guarantee your ass is rapping on a radio beat
But it was deeper than that
I used that
tonight (yeah)
That's why I let my man drive tonight, yeah
You see what time it is, it's time to buy the bar
'Cause these fine ass girls came from
something you all should know, never in your life. Should you eat yellow snow?
I know it will look tempting with this yellow glare, but let me tell you this.
I'll walking my own path
Without anyone hounding
This is my world
I'll say it loudly
I am king
So you better crown me
I built my own foundation
Without
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
understanding me straight (Let the sunshine in)
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
Its what it is, what it is
And that's what it is, you see? (The suns shinin')
and say what's up
I got it in the trunk, oh you leaving?
Then you bucked
I can't fuck with y'all lil mosey ass bitches
Tryna claim that you bang, but y'all
radio
Or was it just the wind whistling by the castle window
No one knows if the mysterious Pied Piper of Night
Was the one who came back to visit
a murder
But these cats should get 9
Lives matter is what I'm saying, just don't edit the black
Don't edit my value as if it ain't a matter of fact
Okay
the
American people need to achieve
And accomplish don't ever forget
That it doesn't matter
Who you are or what you've done
Just know that
Nobody is perfect
shootin' technical free throws you wondering what does he know I can get you 100 G's starting with zero anybody that knows me know how I get it so I don't
Russell wearing every ring, yeah
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Fuck it, I ain't gotta say it, you can tell by my demeanor, let's go
They will
You know what I mean
'cause I'm not proud of our
Whole shit, it's like, you know what I mean?
I usually just make shit 'cause it look cool
But people's
Original, yeah, you know I made it
I write my verses, I ain't sendin' payments
Steady growin' like a credit statement
I swipe a beat and then it's
Ooh...
I don't wanna pop-u-ride
I do want your glama
All I want is hit the floor
By the weepy balets
That's the point to gimmie five
What U wanna
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
know what to do
Blended black tea so smooth
Holla at ya boy what it do
Vibin chillin cool time two two
Where is my Lyft where is my Lyft
Where is my
You too worried about being perfect
Stop it
What it look like no edits
The real thing no gimmicks
I like mine authentic
I like mine organic
These hoes
what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is
That's what it is
It is
What it is
That's what it is
You know
Dealing with Harlem
South Side
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
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