Lyrics:
David's on the prowl, Griffin's running high
Sasquatch swears that he once saw him (I swear!)
He's hunting all the ghosts, and all the people hide
He beat
it from the mountain top, everytime my album drop
David, Why you gotta be this way
B*tch I'm channeling my inner Ye
EVERYDcY
Heavyweight, 225 but
sleep
On the beat 8 days a week
I wish there was someway that this can be a different outcome
But I hear the shit you say so somebody please bring me
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
tape, and then I turned it into this whole compilation album for BobbyBoy
With hella dope features, all produced by me
But um, it’s nothing new man, if
Turn me, turn the
Turn the beat down a little bit
Now I'm not just sayin' that
Shit just for the intro
Yeah, yeah, I sound good fix the pre, yeah
I'm
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
feature price up by a couple K
Look, all I need in life is just to drop an album that's completely done by Ray
Look, all I need in life is just to come up
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
1-2, 1-2
I be that man they call Timbaland
On these funky beats do you hear him?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
David Ruffin
Back again like walking on
The helicopter padding
And no work if we ain't taking budgets
Tough crowd but I'm cut from it
Can't stand you but
I beat around
Funk me downtown!
Hurts inside, but not this time poses
All the things that are on my mind
Vanish as I tcuch myself waves
Call out loud
surprise
New music on the way, and you ain't know 'til yesterday
Make beats when I'm free, oh yeah and I rap too
This is just the mixtape but the album gon'
but got no talents nah
Shotgun
That beat better not be a driver
She stay on my side; she a rider
Watch niggas get killed by songwriters cuz
I'm not one
Handling this beat
That's another one Didn't skip leg day
Guess who's running this little treat Some didn't believe in me
But God always, always knew I
chick in handcuffs like one time
one rhyme will beat your whole damn album
one rhyme will make me sign on the X like Malcolm
the industry is rapping
bitch but I just want a kiss
She hates my guts so much I've got no fucks to give
My album release is at the deepest depth
I'm underground as fuckin hell
Welcome to my album, its name is Damaged
Features ten songs with lots of variety
Inspired by old 'Met and other famous groups
I'll deliver metal
love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
wanna take a drive
Forget the highways
Backroads only
All by my lonely
The beats tryin to show me
Lyrics
A vision
A story
A mission
The purpose
I'm given
got to stick my umbrella
In your lovely, slutty wife Loretta
Should I get her
It's one love like David Guetta
Like his music are you stupid
Have Jeffrey
like lays
Hit her with the mind games now she calling my David Blaine
Surrounded by whites, sometimes I feel like a fucking spade
All I did was write so
Woah, woah, woah, yah
Woah, woah, ayy, yah
Yah, yah, yah, ayy
(Haarp on the beat)
Naběh' jsem na byt, začal jsem si dělat přesně to, co chci (Ha,
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