Lyrics:
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You're mad wack on a Mic but you swear that you ripped it.
(Chorus)
1900s Bert Williams got poetic on a track;
Then the Harlem Renaissance put
Yea man dj chase
My guy katt williams got the world going crazy right
Yea
It's crazy
Right
Got caught stealing jokes katt willams (katt williams
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
For his lazy life status
Making millions saying inane opinions
I'm hating Maisie Williams in the
Same way you're hating Minions
It's a silly thing but I
I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
And I read it once, and then I read it again
I could hardly keep from
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
Somebody wake me
‘Fore I forget how I got by
I am a gypsy girl, good thing you’re a gypsy too
You take the worn-out stairs, I elevator it to you
You smell
the truth)
I'ma keep it real
Show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising
(I ain't seen shit)
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch
That's
aim it, I pop it, and pull out
You thinking bout' popping up on me, than do it, I'm popping your rims out
Look, used to get slapped in my mouth by my
you just got satisfaction by the ounce
You can either jump up and boogie or just lounge
It's too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
don't hear a soul denying
And now the little boy who cried just got his way
But nobody wants to play
It's a shame that no one cried when William
paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
(One, two, three)
I cannot count to four, I'm not Pharrell Williams
Rabbits count higher, but not into the millions
What did you expect I'm just
fly
See the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
And don't you have a worry in the world
Words and Music by Jack Williams
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (Vanessa Marquez)]
Pass it, pass it - get it girl
Pass it, pass it - get it girl
Please don't be greedy! nooo!
Pass it
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Vanessa Marquez)]
Pass it, pass it, get it girl
Pass it, pass it, get it girl
Please don't be greedy! no!
Pass it
choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H.,
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