Lyrics:
These so called hard rappers don't be on man time
Gossip like a bitch act feminine on Instagram live
I gotta code that stand by and die for
Since
on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
on the track
Put our town's names on the map
From now until we fadin to black
Where we at? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like frankie
to really get in where the towel wet up
Looking fly-lee, beauty by T
She wanna know the answer to the question, why me?
We walking through the telly where
shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners
"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands..
it
You left in the past and you ain't even notice
You stuck on some shit and we call it all hopeless
I just gotta keep my energy focused
I got a bonus
sipping slow
Trying to remain at ease
Waving my hand, doing my dance at peeps
(what it do)
Me and my leaners we gon' party and all that
And all that (and we
Is it too much to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a track together)
I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we
pay off
Bitch I'm in the party getting touched on by 3 bitches
She rub me like a genie in a lamp she want 3 wishes
We be making money moves
Niggas
will sit on y'all cats
Ayo my nigga Kid Capri will shit on y'all tracks
And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks
We love big ass keys and y'all like
pinggir pantai yeah
Now we have a good time
Shake it baby
Now we have a good time
Party at the jay
Now we have a good time
Shake it baby
Now we have a good
Headbursting lights We on the night
Sparklers in the air everything's bright
Dj spinning tracks the day goes higher
Feel the rhythm burn like a wildfire
just chillin with my day ones
The ones who keep me on track like station
And no matter the occasion there ain't no room for a dance floor then we make
to ourself What should we do?
Hmm
It smellz like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La,
My teens flew by in a coach seat
Since we all grown up, you tryna show me
What you tryna do now, huh
You played me once before
Now you feel like you
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
Dana Goodman (chill) he thought the song was on track
So two weeks later it was out on wax
It busted up the charts like a hydrogen bomb
Up up up it
impressive even to the bonus track
Hm
Well let's see what happens next
(Thank you so much a for to playing my game)
this track take you back to where the fat girl pushed us
And that's very old like Blackberry Bold but the juice
Sweeter than where the party at,
Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety days
You better find me anyways
You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play
we do what we do to get by, and then we need a release
Bah bah bah, bah bah bah-bah-bah bah
Bah bah bah, bah bah bah-bah-bah bah
Bah bah bah, bah
said I'm comin' back
They like "really? where you been?"
Used to have a budget now
I'm runnin' up the M's
Balenciaga sneakers
Don't keep track
H – I – double P – Y
You can probably see why
Buzzin like a beehive never on the rewind
Ahead, never behind flow deeper
Than knee-high caught up in
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