Lyrics:
If I could get this record right we off this block,
I'm bout to flip another pack like my tape won't flop
Dear summer, why you change ya number?
You
ceases to amaze me
Just when things start to get good
Is this record on repeat right now?
Whoever hit the store must have misunderstood
We're always
start to get good
Is this record on repeat right now?
Whoever hit the store must have misunderstood
We're always on a mission to finally get it right
Same old advice
Money over bitches
Don't worry you'll get it right
Fifth District Records
This shit ain't overnight
It's just they finally listening
It's
on these grown ups
Man, and this shit was overnight
Didn't even get to record it right
This ain't no regular shit, this ain't no Rigby and Mordecai
This is
We all have dreams, we all have goals
And this right here, this is mine
If I could write a hit record, record, record
I'd watch my problems disappear,
the wheels
That's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels
(But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose)
Yo, jump off
Yo, check this muthafuckin' shit out
a nigga
Breaking record like yo bones I might have to crush a nigga
It's G dotta buster nigga and you can leave right now
Bitch I'm from The Town get it
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
a record
Baby right round round round
You spin me right round
Baby right round like a record
Baby right round round round
I, I get to know your name
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
crowded around me
Bound by the flow that I bring
So let's set this record straight
Time to set the record straight
You and me, we ain't nothin' alike
Let's
They're all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped
Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic
Moved your body so
be livin.
(Mutha fucka!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark.)
there's no way you could get wit this
(Stick to basketball nigga!)
we should cease
I hear you DJ, I hear you DJ
'Cause this one's got scratches
Went to get drinks, and I'm asking him how did you get this way?
Whose lipstick is
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
player
Sounding like a broken record player
You keep doing the same things
So we gone do this one more 'gin
Why she textin' you this late
If she was
right round baby right round
Like a record baby right round round round
You spin me right round baby right round
Like a record baby right round round
that I gotta get paid
I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade
No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add
In the school of hard
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
the
Instruments or get someone to play
It if I can't and the one
Time I sample for this album, it gets
Rejected, right before I have to turn
The album in i got
motherfuckers goin' leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company
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