Lyrics:
Uh
Aha
Yeah
Tch, you don't wanna fuck around
C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
I'ma get you with the middle and right
hours
Selling other niggas coke n' only
Gone get a hundred dollars
You could probably get some money
If you come an holla'
Cause I got haze, n' I cop K's
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
somebody
To come confide in, to confide in
You can never fuck with me, the coldest out
Holding out on bangers on some albums you don't know about
I see your
the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder
No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
So hot, so you can say I'm blazin'
Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am
"So amazing,
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
the exquisite
No knock knock who that over there or who is it
It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder
No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
So hot, so
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
a game of 2K and hope that-, sign me
Fifteen lived with a dollar and a dream
And a Glock by the waist side 'cause I just wan the cream
Get it by myself
to evacuate)
It's Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn't
I'm stirring the pot I'm not cooking
They coming like two by two, bars hit like a four by
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
they not your homies
They tryna get you baloney (yeah)
These niggas full of baloney
She see I'm runnin' a race
Save my name under Tay-K
She say,
the album, y'all got me feeling important
But I never gas myself, was taught to practice humility
Besides, boasting and bragging just takes up too much energy
Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
Like
I no longer dreamed about your face
This song simple but they can relate
Tho flow basic the lyrics are not fake
I'm Ministop and you're Circle K
How
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
forget
Let's not forgot
Who you was
Before you shook it up
Before you shake it up
We're you u k.C. Undercover
We're you warm undercover
Me and you we
in my years
People still like to switch
Like a switch blade
Like all of this was miss made
5K streams on my last album
Sold a bunch of things
I do
the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em waiters
Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
And I got the C4, under
Y’all niggas dying for a $100K
I’m out here buying 100 K’s
Yeah we all in a race to a million nigga
See I’m just getting mine in another way
Son is
where you gon rap or hoop or sell some dope
All this pain how can I cope
Thank you K. Dot, thank you Cole I'll be alright
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be
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