Lyrics:
how it go down
Yeah E S G now the king is back
Chamillionaire next up to bat
Get up in the cats we'll snatch your tracks
Sit Lacs blue and the Porsche
love you
You're in the mix with the one and only
Say my
Yeeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say my (round you)
and turnin‘
There’s a fever so deep inside
The fever is burnin‘
And I’m lying awake at night
How I want you to kiss
Want your body to move
And I want you
was Kelly Rowland, but thats motivation for me
Gas pack really got me choking, but thats somebody dead relative
Ima act funny cause they funny when I
on the board and jumped right into the deep end. Before they could react. I just started swimming. They love that story.
At this time in my life, I kept saying
a nigga
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
Niggas calling k-mac, bitches calling kelly
Do it like arthur fonzarelli, hit the lights
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
crap I don't like it not yet
(Zebulon:)
On the trumpet
(Mac Maestro:)
Jazz is a way of living kid
I mix the funk with the jazz
I throw it in a glass
I
Who ain't showin' love to
The hood, to the young cats tryna get on
Your day is coming, your time is short ha ha
Believe what I'm saying
The streets is
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
song
It'd be thick to spend a cent on
Iggy Azalea, real name is Kelly
So maybe you're jelly
That Machine Gun's taking the credit
Your space on radio
game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Angels & demons
Beauties & Beasts
Bitches & hoes
Prisons & prescients
Stay
the shields of your Landcruiser (your click)
My click is stoned like they eyes gazed upon Medusa
Makin this picture clearer
It gets weirder than incest
it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When thirteen-year-olds control
at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
when the mac spit your top got split
Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss
Is
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
Is it the beat, is it the rap
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13 year olds control the remote
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
you double
Won't play your borough
Can't avoid George Floyd 'til
The case is settled baseless devils
Empty out and replace the metal
Face the treble,
and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
[Chorus x2]
We rep the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked
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