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One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on 'em like bulimic
Pardon, my 'High Tymes' album a problem
[Chorus]
Bitch
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! Fuck that bitch
tripping off lyrics
Soja Boy tell them did better then the regular
But hold the beat he ain't speaking for everyone
Nah nah these niggas is lunching
If we
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall
And its another album
Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in
with Pill like Rick Ross
That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap
Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
Man, I left a nigga
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall
And its another album
Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall
(Cherish) [Da Brat]
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Restart, restart
Oh, where's the beat at
Oh shit, hold on, hold on
Too many damn percs, yeah they messin' with my memory
Pop a tab of acid
girl hold my
Down an unreasonable amount
Like what your label gave
Before they abandoned you
We be fly, but on the inside
Shit we look like Crash
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall
And its another album
Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall
(Cherish) [Da Brat]
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
of chips like a Pringle
Drop a album
Mixtape
Single
I'm on yo head
Like a roof no shingle
Why you acting so pressed
No wrinkle
I be cutting through the mix
brick by brick
Don't fall for the evil tricks, they'll gun you down like you was Rick (Rickyyy)
Music is the way they do it, I know you see it, don't be
like Rick Ross
Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
Big boss man with the shit hot tan
Man with a plan, forget your lockdown
Back with a bang, some shit
just so proud
Vibing
Yeah i’m vibing
Album just dropped
Yeah perfect timing
Can not stop i keep on jotting
And i’m plotting
For my rising
Why the hell do
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