Lyrics:
What the deal on that Prince cat?
He be lookin' kind of fruity
But you still could eat the booty
Brian McKnight's tight
Joe is lookin' kinda slow
the lies and everything that you told
Thought you was my other half, but look at how it unfold
I'm still imprisoned by some trauma, but I swear I won't fold
of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get the nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel on my nine
Since these Harlem World niggas
the end? Damn, right
I turned on a liking to Vannessa
Derrio like over Brian McKnight
Said "Oh no"
Baby doll kissin' me and she goin' down low
You pull that
but he can still eat the booty
Brian McKnights tight
Joe is lookin kinda slow
and oh what about D'Angelo
I want some of that brown sugar and what
watch
to
To drown me in this gaze, drown me in the deep blue
One, two, three, four, five and again one, two
Brian McKnight left me some good clues
I know that it
feelings, just pass the Gelato im always gon smoke on the dope
Pop the top, the Henny on ice
Glock be singing like Brian McKnight
I told these people to talk
rappers
All of y'all under me rappers
Y'all need the God
Need a day to relax, get a massage
Al Jarreau on the track, Al Jarreau of rap
Made the Mets
on top of Mars
Don't play with pups, I hang with big sharks
With the bourbon, she still couldn't act right
Whole lotta awards coming in, Brian McKnight
I'm at the red light playin' Brian McKnight
Shawty wanna smoke and I smoke too
What you wanna drink and I got you
Yeah, I got you
Yeah, I got you
Shawty
game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name
[J-Zone talkin]
Hehe, aiiyo Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog
Up there rappin with Brian
tryna reach them
Got the lord guiding each step
Hoes in my dm
But i don't need them
I'm on my grind from the am to the pm
I rather get it by myself
I'm
Here we go..
I'm still fly
I'm sky high and I dare anybody tuh try and cut my wings.
I'm still pullin out the phantom and these haters can't stand
for the next hoe
SG the mob, please don't get turned to pesto
Out in DC like I'm Brian Orakpo
Why?
I'm out here chasing the sack though
X marks the spot
understand
Just do rewind and read it back (and)
Brian check my mic
Hey can you help me with the tracks (man)
Roll it one more time
Reload the clip we go like
Turn the fucking lights out
I’m sitting here by myself
With a pencil tryina get the lines out
Of an empty mind in a night cloud
Full of doubt
Still
Nigga I don’t go to clubs I’m Brian’s clubs
Good bin piece fire cost 20bucks
I ah walk thru this bitch bet I won’t get touched
I bet you if I lose
put on a funky track. And bring those good times, let’s bring those good times back.
“Bring Those Good Times Back” Written by Troy Harrington and Brian
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
still ended up
By havin' no names
Since "Rebel Without a Pause
" the beats were never the same
And by 1998, we still had game, we rocked on
(Rockin' on,
can still get by
Sleep baby sleep, close your little eyes and tell me goodnight
What if your every dream came true, would it be enough for you, this
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
To be Frank, I got a chocolate hot dog
Got your from your mom at the toilet at red lobster
I got it at 11 A.M. so it's still counting as a fucking morning
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