Lyrics:
between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
To the next big thing and imma be surrounded
By some money and my bro's in new whips (skrrt)
Gotta buy my mum a house before I quit (cha ching)
Imma keep going
that's chivalry
When i'm on the field surrender, they throwing flags on the ground like a penalty mayne
I be that boy, call me young Johnny
Really flexing
whole life, so-
People are so burnt out, life can be so fleeting
People that shut down their laptop at five, want that balance in life, they don't work
striking a good match
And this could be that day
Men want girls with good taste
Calm, obedient, who work fast paced
With good breeding and a tiny waist
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
Tilting a string here
Pulling a wire there
Like female gods
At play…
Then one by one
Each woman
Used scissors to snip the strings
Supporting their
Men
the name of Hans. As his parents died while he was very young, his grandmother took care of him and taught him reading and writing, and to be a good boy.
to the street
And spread a thick layer of blood, sweat and tears on the beats
My brain rest upon the hip-hop lexicon
That I acquired in the decade of work that
about birds (Brrrr)
And talk about work (Work)
And talk about purp (Purp)
And talk about percs (Percs)
Tell you to turn up (Turn down for what)
'Cuz it's
I did it again
They all be showing they hand
Throwing up shots that don't land
Oh, damn
I did it again
They thought it happened by chance
Saying it's
perfection is at work, perking up the art
If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock
Your demise is coming up and I want your man to watch
Be
Get a pen and release your feelings
But then again
Many men put in more work than a veteran's
But ain't even eating
But I'm ahead of the rest, not
swear that I'm up to no good (it's heavy shit)
I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good
Music move me through me, feel it zoomin' through my body
Like
(What’s up)
To build this confidence it took a long damn time (Alright)
I’m bout to be the king so respect I demand mine
Call me Johnny Cash the way I’m
Crocodile
That gator got a mind
Florida boy shi
Been tooting that stick
Good teeth thick bitch
In the seat of my ride
Big Ol Maniac
Big Ol Maniac
Big
still be searching man
Police said he was seen with the glock and pot, he's that ganja man
Durag, he a rasta man
Good man, he a gangsta man
Since he already rowdy I'm just asked the man (Dang)
You want some work well partner put in your bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me
Cowboy)
Rise 'n shine, good morning, howdy.
Nine o' clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley.
Now I dun came a long way and I don't wanna be late.
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
Wasn't laughing shit wasn't a joke nigga
Now I might retire early never work again
Used to be city boys now we suburban men
U know them guys over there
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