Lyrics:
Uh let's go
Uh kill that shit Chris let's go
Uh kill that shit Chris let's go
Kill that shit Chris let's go
Uh yuh yuh
I need a pick me up
I need
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
bread so let's go and have a toast
I ain't never been impressed by your itty bitty flows
I'm the big dog and I turn em into bones
Do it like I'm Chris
better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let
What it does its your holmie chevy flash
I got my niggers on ma back token hope
Tell me what it be and listen keen men
Bridge
Flash: Catch me when
like Chris
ONG
Fuck all the opps cuz them folks not talm bout shit
ON GOD
I heard you want smoke wattsup come shop
Roll up a wood then roll up to yo
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
be one with god and one with you and everything else
[Hook]
[Immotal Technique talking]
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to you
By
Unless that muthafucka my wife
That's right
They say, Chris Ray, you ain't never been like this
Just wait for the rest of the album, lil bitch
Wait for
JUICE LYRICS
WRITTEN BY SIPHO BcNDc
PERFORMED BY RcS KINKY
Now all I got is dis life dem know dis life dem know yeah!
Young nigger got juice nigger
bound for London
Journalist:
London !
Carie !
I had'nt dreamed there could be danger to Carrie
and her father so many miles away
I must go to London
albums, they got spouses
I dated strippers that trap loud inside they Challengers
To be black and talented, all I've ever been
Took a tour de France
The Bentley wag bulletproof like a brinks truck
C.b.l, we don't care what ya homies sell
Rubberband around the stacks like a ponytail
I could meet a hoe
alive today he wouldn't be dabbing you
all on stage acting coo praising them and their albums too
Migos tried to jump you but yet that wasn't true
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
You know they sniping from up top
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo,
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
abandoned her,
touched by her uncles, and her mom couldn't handle her
She met some young men who seemed cool
So after school they went back to their house
listeners to stay alive
I'm working hard to be in that position by 25
I got drive though I still feel depressed sometimes
I got time but not enough to get
fake
You want to be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
listening
To this motherfucking album man
Lets crank with my nigga
Foreign for the last time
You feel me?
Young Rose been doing the most
I’m finna be known
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