Lyrics:
time the skeng burst, no more laughter
Them man can't laugh with me
Or fist me, one man soldier
If I'm in danger, turn into a gymnastic with
A little
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
deserve
I can't reverse
I'm sparse but first
In life man I was built just to curse
This life is lovely
She's more than that
Lovely
She's more than
(message sound )
A next pussy pic just arrive as me depart
Airplane mode cau me so high / as me land - one and move - gal fi understand
By di dozens is ah
beat box an spitting rhymes
Now every corner is ah block cause is different times
Hot comb on d stove was d hair presser
Now is hours an hundreds by d
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
NIGHT GOAT:
She was my way da bed and i could run my teeth.
It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
but ain't nobody in the kitchen
Everybody want to win, but don't want to get dirty
Telling me you worth it, bitch you ain't worthy
Man you more like
girl close if not she go loss
She feeling my vibes she aint feeling yours
Study my mind let me study yours
All di gal them di look me e no by my fault
(laughs)
More frustrated than Ray Charles with
A Where's Waldo book
As ridiculous as a one legged man
In a brewery making hops
More frustrated than a fella
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
Of love for yu for yu
A fi di gal dem wey dey love
Dem man dem to di max
Sweetness aguan
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
step it up and go
Got a little girl, she stays upstairs
Make a livin' by puttin' on airs
Gotta step it up and go
Yeah, man
I can't stand pat, swear you
(Chorus) Looking fly like Pretty Ricky
I can see that she wanna get JIGGY JIGGY eh
In the morning licky licky
Leave a gal no choice but to pull
and toast our kin
Rewind and do it all again
Young man, sweet lover, excepting friend
Oh baby, can't you see, that I am a lovely gal but I'm an S.O.B.
But if
(I had to find me like Nemo)
(I hold it down like the sea floor)
(What you tryna be me for?)
(Keep it 100; man that's what the C for)
(I always jump
I'm just a man
Smokin on the ganja in my hand
Trying to touch long paper held by rubber bands
I'm just a man
Even tho I feel 100 grand
Wanna touch
bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk and walk the walk,
a glove when I push and I shove
Knock a dime out the climb, cause I ain't makin' love
See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha
But me, I
them hungry
Me tell you, a hungry mob is an angry mob
And the same man weh rich, him gwine turn round and rob
You are possessed by your possessions
turn me no more
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Says, Frankie was a good girl, everybody know,
She paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit
Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!
Everybody, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now
Uh, yeah, yo
What up my people equal? This be
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