Lyrics:
I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song
You know what it is
Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
I don't need a stylist
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
Oh, no, no, no
No, no, no
Oh, ba, ba, ba, da, da
I hope you're gonna
Ooh, oh, no, no, no
My love, you're gonna make it all
I just wanna tell ya
a superstar
Come let me sign you up
(Let's get into it)
Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood!
Ooh it's
stayed for the papes
All heroes do not wear capes
Feel like James Bond
Swag on my fit like I'm James Bond
Hop in the whip like I'm James Bond
Driving
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
Gonna need a uplift, so I can get through
Feeling real scared but I know I got you
It's crazy out here, a lotta violence
I'm calling out to you so I
y'all
I promise, I'm harmless
Disabled, I'm armless
Get it? Like I'm unarmed? No?
Good morning James! How ya doing?
Can I get an autograph please?
or it's roll
Or whatever you need
It's movement still
So don't impede
Yourself by believing that you can't do
And I feel better
Than the mountain that they
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
You're taking too long
Young and I'm rich
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade
Good to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used
hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine I'm Rick James hoe
Bitch I'm Rick James if you want you can get it
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine I'm Rick James hoe
Bitch I'm Rick James if you want you can get it
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
eliminated the need to even have this song...
Which, all I can say to that is...
I don't know...
Fuck you, it's my birthday.
'Cause Taylor Swift has got you
up like the Acorn Boys
On 10th street, I got a big freak
Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak
Cause it's the Oaktown, and they all get down
to get two mill' a month
I know Dre happy that she signed that prenup
Dre my nigga, his business all in the street (all in the street)
How much of that
And Sickles tattooed on each of his client's butt cheeks
James attempted to get the charge dismissed on grounds of
Entrapment, arguing that the cop came
1
[Paul Wall Intro]
I get up early and get it before the crack of dawn
And I'm still out when the sun set getting my hustle on
I'm grinding all day
well at the beginning of a company because you don't have enough information your instincts. To be correct so I challenge you if you're gonna get
a superstar
Come let me sign you up
(Let's get into it)
Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood!
Ooh it's
like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew
Bro bro listen to the kids jeremy, I need
I gotta put it down for a
Second it’s beautiful jeremy Scott's design
First of all, thank you Taylor for
on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's
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