Lyrics:
now do that sound like you?
They say money don't ?? and it's hard to make
I think about it everytime I bump a bitch to break
You couldn't pay me no
Don't judge me
I took the long way home to drive right by your exit
I thought it but never said it
The message you never read it
Relationship tried
readers
Boy i'm on the phone with Jesus And he Called me to
Worship God through the music Imma psalm singer
When Goliath stepping to me Only time i'm
eyes
By our own lies
Many bad, Many sacrifice
Just so we could live our life so large
I never knew i was a rapper and a singer (singer)
I never knew so
It's the D double E J
The second that you hear this track
You'll blast it back
Yeah that a fact, man it's on replay
Can you feel me?
Are you moving
Make these other rappers extinct like the T-Rex
If you tryna rhyme against me then your up next
My lyrics freeze so cold; readin' my text
Make reruns
myself to school
They smoothed out my rough edges
In my hands they put new tools
The instructor once he told me
I could work on any line
I could tune
do anything to make her smile I wanna please her
She look just like Aaliyah Like the singer
She know I'm wearing chrome hearts
she'll break it an I'll
.
Let me dance to your beat, make it loud,
Let it hurt, run it through me.
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm
that if I try long enough and hard enough that someday I'll make it
Don't worry about tryin' to send me any money or anything
Cause I've got a job
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
up, girl
Let me be your faithful servant
No restraint, dear, loyal tyrant
Nurse me, darling, make me crawl
Honoured sentry, we want all
Penetrate
Chorus - Crissie Brenton
Hate the way you make me feel
Hate the way you make me feel
Hate the way you make me feel
Hate the way you make me feel
EMC
me up, make my life feel right
You know how to put a smile on my face
Oooo yay yay yay
Together we harmonize
Melody on my bass line
Moving
get in line to be your servant
We can fake that native sound we make it by the book
Call me out on things you write that I inserted
Call me out
thinking would she ever miss me
I'm surrounded by bitches, surrounded by hoes
Nursing these stitches, I'm tearing my clothes
She never comes back, and I
get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away
You know I been on now, then, and I'm next
Every year my year, you know I always wanna flex
Got a couple villains who can't make it out the set
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
should do
This isn't school, does it bother me? A bit
I still wanna be rated by some prick
You're not DIY, you're a fucking twat
You look like Fred
And phony virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be
Locked up
want to Ginger,
Boys in here want to Ginger
Oya nisho to my room
One by one abi na two by two
They say your backa boom boom boom
Girl let me make your
want to Ginger,
Boys in here want to Ginger
Oya nisho to my room
One by one abi na two by two
They say your backa boom boom boom
Girl let me make your
want to Ginger,
Boys in here want to Ginger
Oya nisho to my room
One by one abi na two by two
They say your backa boom boom boom
Girl let me make your
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