Lyrics:
give a fuck about you niggas
I lean all day so I will shot Tuu tuu
Switch moves before I switch hood's by the next day forget you
If you ain't know then
as Em and Jay did Renegade
You niggas hold up, don't get no closer
I try and told ya' bitch, we the closest
High powers chose us, we never froze up
to give me attitude
I'm 17 but I am greater than I was like I'm 21
And I'd rather have loyalty than love
Cause love really don't mean jack
You can love
dey judge, I no dey want case
All these blessings, you dey see it's by God's grace
As I give you the world, you dey want space
As I give you the world,
stand up time for the show…
3-2-1 Go…
Hook
Don’t go throw it away I want you to stay come and see who we are, who we are…
Turn on the radio it’s time for
[Verse 1]
She goes by the nickname Peyote, her real name is Iris
Appearance doesn't matter so I'm not gonna describe it
She was a dancer down at edit
she look at your neck
Then she look at your shoes
If she like what she see then she fucking with you
I'm feeling like Pop, I shake up the room
I shoot
, busted
If you're skeptical you'll probably get beat up plus get
Embarrassed and get laughed at by all your friends
And if you cross Charlie Mack you
word to you once
Suck on a dick and lick up the after spit on nuts, you fuckin' dumb
Half of y'all can't even do what I've done
Never was out rhymed, I
ass then you know i dont trust you
Better keep your distance yo can tell by my knuckles, give a fuck bout your muscles, if you wanna act stupid you
my views
So those that snooze
Hear the news, I’m that dude
Win, draw or lose, i’m here to improve
Radio plays, fine ass babes
Give me all that
Lights
, baby
What is love?
Is it something that comes and goes?
Gives you that butterfly feeling
Or the heartache
Makes you want to give up everything
The matter never gets buried
Who ever want it
Surely gon get it
Niggas need fix up
I showed them the edit
Amma jaw breaker
S/o Ed ed an eddy
only fooled by the baby face
I'm not diggin' yo man I'm just thuggin' for Benjamins
So stop the hatin' increase the radio cake
I'm not familiar with you
spell they stay running at most
Yeah
When she thinking she under control
Step up and show her you're holding the Clock
A don can't conform to a fein like
Keep your eyes on the prize, don't share
Cuz we bout to take the crown this year
Second batter up, I never had a fuck
To give, if I did, shit, you
your ride, the DJ decides
To play it on the radio
The a side
He gives it a try
But never gives it a try
And the people request the best
On the b
in your ride, the DJ decides
To play it on the radio
The A side
He gives it a try
But never really gives it a try
And the people request the best
I'm done picking up after you
Don't need another lame excuse
We finally hit the credits, now I'll make the edits
You wrote it and I'll sell it
I
You are now tuned in to Bexar County Club radio Two One O
Stupid ass
Hold up bitch, hold up bitch (aye)
Hold up bitch (aye), hold up bitch (aye)
rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look
to the up and coming singer/ songwriter
Putting a beat now that even drops all the haters
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
blunt got soggy
Switch up the words, I got me a wet pack
Bro ain't stand a chance, got beat by 50
It was a blowout
If they give me a chance, you know I'ma
ready for tutoring
But I don't need a lesson, no mistakes to edit
I just wanna know can a brotha get extra credit
So go and give the test and I will not
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