Lyrics:
We've got water with your piss'in
No consent no access
No consent no access
Quick hold my life before I take it
Cause these traumas keep coming back
I went around the country
With my tape recorder and I taped different people having sex. I would just sit
Outside their bedroom windows without
the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
Battlefield shit,
Access 22, Forever
Access 22
Forever
Access 22, Forever
Let me just talk my shit real quick
Know you wanna be like me
1.2 and it's up everyday
Can't
This people still want me to Swallow my pride and them know Say this same pride go kill me Sha wo wo wo.
Oni kilofeda quick access to the things you
we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder
F*** is wrong with you?! Don't
pay your taxes
Support my hustle
I support yours
That’s how you gain instant access
Backstage passes
When this hits masses
I’ll remember you
If you been
Smack be nimble
Smack be quick
Smack be trippin over his ol' bum ankle
Nonetheless he get up anyway dissecting angles
Where, he can jump back the double
[Verse 1]
Smack be nimble
Smack be quick
Smack be trippin over his ol bum ankle
Nonetheless he get up anyway dissecting angles
Where, he can jump
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
wife, 'til death do us part
Man, I'm fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart
Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
Said your times up
Put your
in the wind burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes
Thats why I ride with that white white just like fight night we be weighin' in
Please VS my pieces
Turn the cameras on
Quick water break in the marathon
Walk in your room and I set the mood
And they ain't gotta light the candles on, fire
Can't see
This quick little ditty came out of a late night session
with Nick, Aaron and Scott.
Aaron was in the control room playing the recorder
(and
cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit,
her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)
[Finesse]
Aiyyo, the bitch nice and catch crack like dice
Give 'em a double order of man slaughter on the tape recorder
Fuck the law and order, tape muffled
belt and dirty ratchet
Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order
Do I get brollic
Gimme that car
spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your tape recorder
Idol to your son
they got access
If you watch me from the media and trying to get to know me you'll see everything's not apparent
When I'm in the road alone I be
place
Everybody's got access, tapping in man from the subs bench
Huh, now she's upset, I just say it how I see it
If you don't like being called a hoe
'Bout to hit me in the crossfade, 'pre on me
All the access to the poppy
And the access to the buddy
And the access to the Henny
Got me feeling like one
the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield
Super tight quick to Skeet, unh
Trick or Treat
Please use fleet
Give me something good to eat
Cheat Day cake and meat
Ride my face to the beat
Super tight
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