Lyrics:
beaten
You're my sweet admiration
I'm your trade-out edition,
You'll run away
I'm your girl on a mission
Where is that face of your suspicion
I'm your
tú ya sabes quién yo soy
DANI DANI A
Happiness Trade Company
Special edition
edition, it's just in
(You're trading lives, they get no recognition)
Trade them up without a fee
With peculiar precision
You know what they wanna hear
Talk
shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.
The poet
Your makeup turn to lipstick covered tissues
Don't condone your daddy issues
You know how to make me miss you
I can
Stand the rain like New Edition
Know
Your makeup turn to lipstick covered tissues
Don't condone your daddy issues
You know how to make me miss you
I can
Stand the rain like New Edition
Know
and he pees himself in the night
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain
The poet
up in the new edition
And that's word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit
And all these verses that I kill
I have no imagination,
Uh, I'm from the East Side section of your area
I ain't bullshittin', corners I be hittin'
Just the morning edition, champagne, orange juice mixin'
roulette
I'm on it
Cop that business move
Make the trade in a business suit
I own it
Yeah I do what the bosses do
I bet that shit sound boss to you
Now don't
roulette
I'm on it
Cop that business move
Make the trade in a business suit
I own it
Yeah I do what the bosses do
I bet that shit sound boss to you
Now don't
himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the Painter casting
High-calorie boggy turbinates
In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in
problems with these b****es
Trigger finger keep itchin'
I pull it, I do it
Drank in my cup, hope this s*** don't spill
Pull up in the new edition
And that's
Wavin' from behind like Ks
Made it from behind like AIDS
Made it to the map like Waze
Take it to the trap like maze
Can't take you back like trades
like its oh my gosh
The team will never trade me
How are you supposed to catch up with us
When everyday we're training
Their just focused on not being
Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
I remember that Freshman edition
Last
bet against you
Eerie music playing, like kids do
(Uh-oh, close the door)
Aye
I’m too cool for trade school, aye
But, bro trade drugs like Pokémon fool
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a young boy who's name was Jack
One day, Jack went to the market to trade his cow
Now when Jack
a special edition (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The hood love you when you up, you could be a regular nigga (oh)
Your mama bills late as hell, but you be there for
[Special Edition bonus disc track]
Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine
Laced with lines from the end of time
From the herald
streets can’t hold
Me down, I’m carefree, and if
You ain’t trying to win, then it must be me
And there’s no place I’d rather be
Yeah, no limit edition
Life
[Phesto Dee]
Master of emcee slave trade
Pullin' chief executive chains on his muppets
The prime minister of shattered dreams
For these young black
mean I’m twisted
Block out inhibitions
At least in this in edition
Busy why I've been so distant
Sometimes I need a minute just to spend it on the moment
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