Lyrics:
with the barrel of the gun, breakin ya jaw
Takin it all, fuck leavin the crumbs for niggas
Slum jones for niggas, now I strap up and come for niggas
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
a king.
I’m the CEO, call me Terrence Howard. (Empire)
I ain’t got a second just to smell the flowers.
Y’all tryna cop a few dollars, I’m spawning
Look all I want is love baby
Someone who ain't afraid of me
Can I get yo trust baby?
Despite all my quirks and crazy
She said all I want is love
Love
Is that a ray gun?
I wanna buy myself a jet
To fly out of my head but
I got myself a ray gun
The future's coming next
And I just want to hear you
on the whip, watch me And my Migos takeoff
Old news, yea she the past tense
I don't want your bitch, she ain't on my radar
Grind time, about to ice the jewels
money lay ya
And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'
They gun with a story to tell,
and friends like Usher said
I get wavy with my baby like we surfin
You remember all the things that I forget
I want your brown sugar like D'Angelo
Girl, your
HOWARD STARK
This is the key to the future.
I'm limited by the technology of my time.
But one day you'll figure this out.
And when you do...you will
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
keep throwing pillows
At myself at night
Makes me want to scream
And yell at myself at night
What you mean
I'm not myself tonight
Didn't I give you all
like DVD's
Niggas smokin' CBD
Claimin' he want beef for me
Shawty got no motion in his ocean
Can't even push a P
Pussy, you do what I let
I could really
shit gone change
But the power in me
Raised by a real one
No coward in me
All in her paint
Dwight Howard in me
All of these niggas
Turned sour to me
I
that's all we know
But his wife did use to call me yo
Now I roll for the hell
I'm sorry father
Let me go head and tell
How I really want to be old in
DVD?s clogged arteries and MP3?s,
He?s got this antisocial mental brain disease.
And I want to break him out, want to show him the world.
Want
I'm Brisko the rocket
And fuck all the doubters I ain't go Howard but fucked up some cowards
I want all the power collect ever hour
Always smoking
you how real power come
Really you a coward, son
You need to build an empire
You be Terrence Howard, son
You just want the Cookie
I'm a show you how we
Master P
Walk in a room and I see Their head spin like a DVD
You can have your time but Just after me
Pick up the cup (ice)thirsty
Come get your hoe
That shit ain't got my ppl nth
George and Eric couldn't breath
Want us to suffocate to death
They tryna get us one by one
Til I'll entire race is gone
the cabbage
Her old nigga gave her baggage, have her on a flight in 3 hours
And I don't associate with cowards, I keep some pretty bitches up at howard
All
Wad up, Baby God
Na, I don't want a slice of the devil's pie
That shit is karma
It comes around when we're are about to die
When we close our eyes
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin'
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I'm swervin' (skrr-skrr, skrr-skrr)
Fuck rap, I
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