Lyrics:
Working hard on this motherfucking album
[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in]
What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking
Bazookas and fisticuffs
Medicating in Porches
98-karat stick shift
Chinatown late-nite meals
Alfonso fiving me a backrub
2 pm laser vizzaginal
some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Been deep in every
Thank you kindly, pass me by)
(Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen
To like it, pass me by)
Behold me two great shoes
That never saw a shine
with a foreign broad
That's long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don't get it
Hung the phone up and Satan, told me want a song with
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
you're alone with me
You never come up short
You never come up short
Never come up short
Never come up short
Never come-
See you by yourself, by
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
Deep
Niggas be jealous, tie you up and beat you down to a bloody pulp son
Got my villains and me, mad enough to bust one
I'm the second coming, but
for these
And I got a loved one who loves me
Kids to make my cares hurry by
I may not be in heaven but I can't be far away
A son of God's country am I
of grindin' in
The dark and now
The wave too big to fuck with it
And everybody wanna know what's up with it
Did you custom it? That car too fast to be
OK'ed by
marred my soul
Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like
When's it gonna be my turn?
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell
sing)
"Hide me, old blest Rock of Ages";
Every day will be Sunday by and by.
Heavenly love inside the gates,
Give the world a smile each day.
They were
real and
radio blackout, your format, is not appealin
R&B can step up, but can't compare to me
You oughta know -- how, I, feel
That's
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin' excuses"
I'ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I'm
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
the realest, she said I'm the realest
Head be genius, dick game be the meanest
I'm like got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don't even
'round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
I know its through them plenty figures
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner
waitin' on a corner
Share a packet of two
With all the fools to savour
We laughed and cried, split our sides
At what they told us
But it will be O.K
Can I call you on ya cellphone,
Can you be my girlfriend?
Huh, what, b2K y'all
Girlfriend
Y'all gonna feel this one, come on what
Girlfriend
too many niggas
"One, two"
Forever, I ain't gon' be rappin'
Shit'll happen to me, I gotta let niggas know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin
excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it's definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but it's not enough
'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
I look
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