Lyrics:
that get it right
And she said "Yes daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix the H with the fiend, you could go fetch you
it on my own, coz I earned all my fans
I make music that they like, different than the main stream
I'm not part of the herd or distorted by their
TURN UP THE SOUND
TURN IT UP NOW
TURN IT UP LOUD
NO FUCKIN AROUND
JUMP IN THE CROWD, JUMP UP ON STAGE
THUMPIN THE BASS
ONE MINUTE I WAS PUFFIN A JAY
Damn that boy snapping yes sir
Ba ba boogie on the mix
Yea
Just listen
Check it
Living life where you die if u move wrong
Driving 2 tone but my
pliers
Been popping off by I'm still shopping at meijers
Sometimes I wish that I never existed
Pill capsules and alcohol sometimes I'll mix it
My life's
keep it cool
Send them shots we send them back by stacking blues
Stay intact never lack big boss moves
I got a lot of gear
Take a flight I'm outta here
lately it's been fuck being in the mix
Bad bitch, drop my location
Me and her friend get friendly while waitin'
I'm activated, going apeshit
Ain't no
question is how long he got?
Big shot, gambled and he missed the lot
I'm a mix of Nas with a twist of Doc
Even though he white like Christian Rock
Was it
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh!
One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for
done found another beauty
My life done got harder but still I stand on two feet
If only I knew what it was gon' be like from the jump
You know like I
[Intro: Styles P]
It's a lot of pain (a lot of pain)
You learn to live with it though (know'msayin')
Things we do
[Styles P]
Hungry, starvin'
a pack and by tonight, get it off
Hmm, hmm (oooh)
Don't know where start, with me
Diamonds on a chain, hmm
Shit ain't nothing new, hmm
Lindsay for the low
damn, you don't got no trust, bae
I get home and I'm getting on that 2K
Get that bread, you would think it was a brioche
Money long and it's growing like
it
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.
Bad decisions
Mix it with some more I'm tryna add division
(That's don't even make no sense)
Fuck it, that's the vision
I-I don't even know where I'm
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shot
So he knew it was time to kill
Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
Three little pigs
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
to right
Just like its ping pong
Ice got you super cold
You frozen
Mix match designer
Rockin Louie
Wit Chanel on
Creepin they hatin
Checkin in like what is
Haha yeah, you see me, you be ducking up and down
Super Lex, cop a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
Fuck ya brains out hold when
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again
[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it
her an' her four friends
But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians
When I crack a brew, it's nuttin' else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two
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