Lyrics:
a hype jam
To crush a punk and make 'em beg for mercy
Because he's nothin', he can't touch me
The metaphor master has to blast ya faster
You wanna step
You're probably breakin' some bones
Chad Muska, bust out a downhill jam
Put "Superman" on loop cuz I'm
All about that damn
Call me goldfinger - take a peek
running up on it
You never disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not that I give a damn
Let me tell you who I am, just ask your buddy
Put your cash on Kris
vapen och porträtt,
konsulinnan bjöd på te och jam och pratade en stund,
hon var det sötaste jag dittills hade sett.
-Ja, så tog jag en steamer och
oreke oreke oh yeah
Toba fimile ye mogbe ye mogbe oh yeah yeah
Skibo ye mogbe oh yeah
Na so I jam this girl for Shoprite
When I toast her she come dey
the vodka
Then I give her rounds like a boxer
Bring her home and relieve stress
Slow jams, Keith Sweat
Deeps breaths, deep sex
Pussy got a nigga
only jam face if I prostrate
If I say my heartbeat e dey fluctuate
Will you give me CPR as a First Aid
Am feeling shy you make me feel like 3rd grade
the fight
It goes french fries and ice cream the name of this jam
It probably won't be long before you know who I am
But I don't give a damn I just keep
My havoc jam traffic leavin thoughts gridlocked, for two blocks
For twenty-two blocks, stomp a mile in those shoes
I step in walkin on lava, and STILL
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
bossku bossku bossku bossku
Malu apa boss
Banyak sudah way gua try-try
Mana lu punya bump
Bawa lai lai
Hustle-hustle man tara shy-shy
24 jam tujuh kerja
feelin'
Figuratively, speakin of course now
Old and greediness, seekin' it's course now
What we gonna do, eradicate them
Shoot them from the jam, they
E no go better for the bagger
With the bad energy
Tell am motor go jam am if e try anything
You no know my baby gèle e dey blind enemies
You can't
E no go better for the bagger
With the bad energy
Tell am, motor go jam am if e try anything
You no know my baby gèle e dey blind enemies
You can't
m'accepte
J'veux fuck des Parisiennes alors il
Faut que Def Jam m'appelle
Sur mes views y'a des euros
Dans ma ville on m'veut la guerre
J'suis pas né au
82 degrees on the bank sign
And hey, summer jams
Any Chesney song gonna make her dance
When the sun goes down, I think about her now
And all those
been the man since NBA JAM
Since Jordan went up
With the right to left hand
I'm sayin
I went so hard
That my brain stopped working
Larger than life
Chris
Combatto l'ipocondria
Le jam non le frequento
Per rispetto della scia
Di degrado che scommetto entrerebbe
Anche in casa mia
Chi mi invia per spingere il
Rap
the jam like a coupe in traffic
Back to the money, make it do gymnastics
Serious, I just been, really
Been, on my shit, yeah
(You know)
Told her ass, get
when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette
birthday dress)
Oh it ain't gotta be yo' birthday to jam this one
But I see you in your birthday dress
Rockin' it well
Real well
don't shy mek we do it outside
Yuh feel the motion like a boat ride
Wah f**k yuh pon a slow jam till around 5
Pull over
Pull over
elation
Double dimple happiness
You’re such a fan of this
You just got to jam with this
You wonder if you can even handle this
Wow… You feel so lifted
Wow…
a fiend for the you for the yams
But the dream's saying fuck romance
So bump that bump that
This my jam mama told me
(what) fuck all these hoes
So what I'm
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