Lyrics:
a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
Do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
We can do it like
sing her a song that I already wrote
And pretend I just made it up
Hey, uh, hey Jessie yeah
What if we tried something like
Don't do me dirty, show me
California fools'll do ya
Like this song? Sing along, 40 Water man you know he wrong
In the traffic mayn on the phone, bright candy on all that chrome
Shoes
.
Listen, I kinda like it.
Have you ever heard of, uh, poly-rhythms?
I hear Bowie's gonna do this on his next album.
Steve: What a relief.)
on my mind, we ain't spoken in a while
Jessie J offers me a J
I ain't smoked one in a while
I say okay, I took it and smile
But now I'm just sad and high
party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
(Verse 1)
[Snoop Dogg]
that.
I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops.
I'm too hot mix J Big and tupac.
So move not I'm way big and dude shot.
Ya crew watch I'm hot bitch
Blaine
Like, yeah love you know I'm breezin' through with mine
Yeah love give me a reason to squeeze for mine
It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind
by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all
can't be stopped when it hop like this family, uhh!
(Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!)
They say hola' hovito
That's what they sayin' when I roll up with my
Jessie J
I'm renting this mansion where I'll stay
Turn your head this way
So how you want it cut?
Well, I think that the green is played
And to be honest
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
mothafuckin' fame go
Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though
Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
White bitches
I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby
Blaine
Like, yeah love you know I'm breezin' through with mine
Yeah love give me a reason to squeeze for mine
It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind
) check it out
I`m in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin`
But now I
say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my pohah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind
But she won't feel me and they won't like me
If I ain't in them J's or them brand new nikes
Let's dig deeper inside my psyche
When it's all said
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
witness was the bad breath dude
It was up to me to save the day
And find out who stole the D.J.
[Jeff] Lets, Lets Go
[Fresh Prince] Through the door this
dude from the Shah and the D.O. double G
We platinum
Platinum stars
Platinum
Platinum chicks
Platinum
Platinum clothes
Platinum
Platinum rich
the booth, takeoff like Quavo (like Takeoff)
I'm Offset, my bitch look like J-Lo (like J-Lo)
He stackin' that money like Legos (like Legos)
He might be
.jpg/222px-Labrinth_portrait_(cropped).jpg "Labrinth")
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