Lyrics:
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
on my baby, that shit ain't a thing
You know I like my bitches fancy like I'm Jamie King
From 2822, my hood was the PC's
I was a juvenile bumpin' that 400
turn their eye when it's their homie
Sorta making you a phony, but what do I know? Just lil' old me
Don't wanna be an old bummy man, mumbling, cussing
uh, yo)
Yeah, yeah
Guys you know you'd better watch out (yeah, uh)
'Cause girls, some girls are only about (some guys, some guys are only)
That
just
She just crying, just bawling, in tears
You know, she just runs past me, so I asked her, "Yo, what's wrong?"
She just slammed the door, she don't
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
What you know about taste?
What you know about me? Not a got damn thang
You just judge by what you heard but that shit be lame
Nigga fuck fame,
" (huh)
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
Shit, I dip niggas that ride dick every fuckin' day
find no s*** on me so s*** I thought I was Gucci
Lied bout what I said and did, I thought that s*** just happend in movies
I said wtf that’s against
The thing about love, love, love
It'll make you do some crazy things
The thing about love, love, love
Is you know it when you feel it
And that's the thing
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
a mystery man
I didn't know much about him, but he's been in the can
Name's Jason, he's a bad boy with no reasoning
To be honest, I don't know what Les'
the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin' with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (what ya
Representation, it's British image
College is high school but they've just flipped it
Will it be good that my years are scripted?
I'll be at the top, what do you
The brain is a funny thing
It does some funny shit
And does it in a funny way
Like make me miss you
When I know that I don't miss a thing
I
trying to control you
Cuz girl I know that it takes some time
I gotta make you mine
There ain't a roster I keep, girl you the one in line
Raised by my
mean?
PRINCETON
What about that special Monster School you told me about?
KATE MONSTER
What about it?
PRINCETON
Could someone like me go
an old purse
So just back off, take a bat to the back of your laptop
You don't belong in rap; he's a PC, me, I'm a Mac
And see, that's a fact
This is real
everyone get haps
Jumping about, shouting brap, brap
Doing bare tings with their hands
That's how you know man's got bare fans
You ain't got no one but cats
then add some butter with the quickness
I might get a bit smoother, if you move it to a
Better, position, that's probably what she wishin
You can
stumble
I can hear that robux calling but I got 1k ping
What you gon' charge that OG for a rocket? Girl don't scam me (this Bloxburg bacon)
Iced out all my
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
I've been gone for a minute, I haven't called (baby-by-by-by)
I know that you're not home, work in the morning
You can't sleep,
you know how it go, they want the cat ate
Or they finna give a nigga mad hate
Name in they mouth, and I know that shit'll leave a bad taste
But I treat
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