Lyrics:
star
But not the hollywood type
She backin it up
Im bussin the tunes
Shes sayin play maria by santana Because "her-name-is-my-name-too"
Her ass be so
way
But then again if you don't can I swing by
Scoping on hot one, but I'm feeling like a lost cause so I down more shots
My jaw drops, my eyes low,
a million endorsements
I been on chill but really I'm scorching
On my way to the Forbes list
She said I'm too player but I made the game all by myself
It's
boy, I'm in too deep
Boy, I'm tryna get down on the opps, man, I like to creep
You live by the gun, you die by the if you in the street
This shit that I
deserve a gun and a knife
At night we drive slow just to get shot by mice (Ahh shit)
What do I know of a heavy order
Town raised brown proud skin
Who's
deep?) All up in that shit
I'll fuck a pussy dry 'cause I don't know how to quit
I'm 19 (say what?) so I'm a young ass man
My eyes are brown and my
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
kegs
True, I'm blue, the smith can't stick to doo-doo
Yo Chino we needle we brown with the King Crown
Rockin underground bound, and pullin girls
call mysefl a juggalo sucka we don't give a mutha fuck what you got (mutha fucka) we
Don't brown nose or hound dog no weak hoes we stand at the bus stop
'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, 'fore I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
the nigga that be gettin' rappers heated
I'm j-ro, and my style is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll
All the liks
grounded, remember the Bronx 'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, before I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block,
with the monsters
I'm living in fear of the monsters here today
Are you living in fear of the monsters here today?
Well it's too hot to sleep and it's
Not too much
Just sum slight
Yea don't it sound nice like
Orange rays in the sun light
Or ice cream when its real hot
Don't it sound nice
Don't it
on my watch (Tango)
Still living strong nigga fuc my pops (Yeah)
Loc smith now got the game on lock (Lock)
Cops gotta post cause the block to hot (Woo)
making love
I don’t know what it feels like
But I know baby this feels right
We can just call it love
Watch the sunrise
Through your brown eyes
Stay by
sat in it
Why you cringe if my voice got lad in it
Get fucked
By a H 2 Dubba like me get rocked on sight if you not
Don't you ever distance too far
Hey hot stuff, can I buy you a drink
Nah baby girl, that ain't how I think
Dreams need me standing on the brink
Free of dickstractions if yah feel me
with speed, it's too late to duck
I'm like Jim Harbaugh, puffin' on a hot Marlboro
I'm strictly with that asshole and comin' to down ya far
Why did I ask
Bobby...brown
Trying to fuck this chick Whitney in Houston
But it's still alot of things that I just ain't used too
Summers
Niggas hit the deck when them
the stories just be a buddy boy now they see me squashing microphones like I'm paid for this rhymes I mean that's crazy
On my level it's a bar versus bars by
guys
Cuz the heat flow from you is too hot to be televised
No IG-Live only the memories o' these moments will stay alive
Through countless stories
em lined no free throw
Woah
K lo k mami come deepthroat
Look
Don't make it hot
Mink coat
Pushing her buttons no cheat code
I wanna link wit a freak hoe
car, then ride by me
Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull Bobby...brown
Trying to this chick Whitney in Houston
But it's still
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