Lyrics:
in her prime, you're a tall gnome
I roam this realm, fake pride, ya'll get boned
Take time on my ride, fly by like my pal's drone
Got too much time, I
he's useless if you're gonna be stupid
'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, you're on your own
You've gotta go and give your pimp what
sorry if you're annoyed
I can be a different person with the flip of a coin
I know I make a little bit of noise
I don't play around like toys
Heads i
play like En Vogue 'cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the soloist
Hit you in a second, one, two, mic-checkin'
That's my
cash flow
Never run the track slow
Know it's a race, better pick up the pace
You know you're lapping dudes if you're cruising chasing last place
games kill' mo' niggas than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit
We don't play that, out in
I'm gonna buss in her mouth
If she's rude
I'm definitely bussing her mouth
I don't have to bend my
Knees to reach her crutch
Cause my ting's so long
lay in it
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
you're looking too low.
You're trying to go fast but your legs are too slow.
I work in the shadows when you see me I grow.
Getting these bands, having
still be with you- if you play-ed position,
Yet- Ba- by- I stay- complaining- when I’m never claiming- leaving- laundry out while it’s raining,
But
to tell you before
But you made your move too soon
Now I'm gonna play!
All right, now I'm just going to tell you one more thing
Well, I've been from
they're dummies they need a tutor
They can't beat my grade by themselves, they gotta group up
You fucked if you play that position like Kama Sutra
My ties
A-ring-a-ding-ding-ding
Yee
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you
've been on my mind
Had a couple observations
Like you're a fly chick You could be my chick
Play by the rules and you can get what I give
Just keep it
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
Watching you watch the moonlight
In the daytime
Speaking through the smoke and
Your cadence is clipped and
You're speaking as if you were filmed
then
What you gonna do
I hate you bro you're selfish, you're delusional
You can't get it done
You're lazy you can't make it happen
What if your wrong
of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun
They gonna shoot us in the air mama, okay?
C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
Hold your head back, hold your
"'cause no matter who you are, you're still catching bullets, god"
[Lord Jamar]
You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed
After I'm
your inhaler,
You're going to have to catch a breath for this one,
This the victory lap
[Verse 2:]
Yeah,
Garage lift up, it'll create some
head girls have fun with your tip like
I'm smoking on a pound while you're
Smoking on a zip like
Up in Vegas and I'm stacking up my chips
While you're
the hand if it's Toucan, but two can't play the start, get a new band
Rockin' wit you, get it poppin' wit you, wanna gossip wit you,
I don't wanna say I
fly like but me don't have no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice, how far would you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-woo!
You
for a light thrill
Shit smooth but it gotta have the right feel
I be moving 'round like I'm normal
Niggas call like they did somethin' for me
Wasn't
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