Lyrics:
intimidated by you suckers perpetratin'
I've been waitin', yeah boy, I've been waitin'
Heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness
I'm
Big Money Tiger let get it huh
Hook
I’m on tv now you can see me boy I am on tv now we getting money boy I am on tv now
Philippe
We got a different reach
I'm global plus your boy a mogul
A million pounds at the
Ranch house in Acapulco
Rare Polo and vintage lenses
I'm whippin'
ladies and gentle men
This is errm the YBNL Album if you don’t know the meaning odikwa
Y Yahoo boy no Laptop yes ermm
This album is very interesting very
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Yeah, whoa, whoa
I just been feeling like, it's all clickin', you know?
(Hit-Boy)
Like it's all working out, and I'm 'bout to work out
Colossal
shot yo daddy in the back for playing & capping,
Still on the backstreets,
I keep a drac on the passenger switch on a glizzy the K in the backseat,
300
backstreet, mainstream, offbeat boys
Zatimco si hulíte sami jak Manson
Na beatech házíme kladivem, jdeme rozbít show
Nežeru netopýry jako Ozzy Osbourne
Denně
Buttoned up, Tom Ford
Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue
But fuck 'em, I want a war
Butt fuckin' 'em slow, raw
Pertaining only
buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album amputated
Scream the name out Killah
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
It happened
Those college days just passed me by, I watched my friends get high
Cannot peace out and say goodbye, I asked my mother why
Can I stay
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
dream about the world that I never seen
Leave this place and move on by all my memories
Moving through the city
Backstreet alleyways and boulevard busies
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
Backstreet Boys (Brian):
You see war is not the answer
Nona Gaye
you a pass (word)
You lucky I ain't wanna fuck the money up, boy, I would've broke you in half (brrah, baow)
Quit tryin' to be tough, you ain't like
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
I dey take do so my album
Every song I record ɛwɔ number
This war started that's his son
I was the boy born by chance
In a world my dad harm is done
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
to a hoe after a show
Homie, I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
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