Lyrics:
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
and words
That ignorance more attention than
They deserve very tempting
Some people said
"He's saying he fell in love with a guy for
Hype" As if that's
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Should be fucking arrested
You cannot beat me don't try try try try
Hit you like like Backstreet Boys
It's bye bye bye bye
Is that a bird? I am fly fly fly
only niggas that helped
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bougie, he
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
through this tracklist
Sorry for those that's been asking
"Why has the album been absent?"
Hope I don't lose none of you, but if do, rather few than
always flipping like a portrait
Boy I've been more lost than Peter Pan's squad
Lonelier than a con that got outlawed
Judging my peers 'cause they out
started noticing my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men
Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had
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
from Louis
All of you opps lookin’ goofy
My homie, he ride with the Gucci
Don’t mess with his boys
Cause they ride with the toolie
Bumpin’ that B.I.G.
the one you play on the album
More than the others
And that's why The Chris Allens spent a couple hours a day for an additional 4 months finishing
His
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want
the fuckups too
My boy Austin, who's in a
Band called Slow Hollows
Is really sick with guitar he's playing
On three songs on the
Album, and the things that
with them boys, no backstreet
COZYMOB not a regular band
One thing about being a man
They cut off my feet, I'ma walk on my hands
Gotta listen more
might blackout
In a cipher when I still take the title
The name's Sesta, I snatch an 'L' plate and slap it on your forehead
With more force than porn sex
Cause we're almost outta time
I hope there were some songs on this album
That you could appreciate
I bet that there were few more on here
That you
Wasn't that hard to realize as I slowly became a liar
Hiding my true self from you and putting on a disguise
Cause when you needed my help
I was faker than
to shake up the world?
You are so much more than a regular person
You no waan see wha dat look like?
The version of you that young, impressionable boys
track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
Feed him that comida
Pussy hotter than a heater
My cloaca is a keeper
So he save it in
plan
Know that, mek money, get money, tek money
Stash money inna bank book, cash money
More money, more trouble, more Moët, more bubble
More weed,
Two in their ass and one in their head
And bitch I ain't stopping 'till
I get this bread
I know that you heard me but do as I said
I'd rather be than
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