Lyrics:
got what it takes to really match yo fly
So excuse me misses
Can we skip some parts and get explicit
I can work yo body take you deep into the distant
I
Let’s take a trip down memory lane
It happened a couple of years ago it's actually better the more you know
The year I started rapping when bullying
you silly ay
You can't even stand it I'm a superwoman boy I'll fuck you silly ay
You don't wanna give it away [x2]
Oh I'm in a position too explicit
on it, that's why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real (for real)
Don't own a crown but I'm royalty
And trying to see
at different frequency
Then we're all identical subatomically
God, the devil, Eve, you and me
And that's how the story goes man
Is it the truth or was it
scream my name
My baby’s lovin’ is oh so sweet and he gives it all to me
You can try to tempt him, like Adam was by Eve, but he won’t shake your tree
So
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
Let's do it
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Whats up, whats up)
far as I can tell
You been tired from the parties all week
So relax baby tonight is on me
So in the spirit of Christmas
Imma wrap it up and give you
you mean to me, yeah it's true
You ain't like them other type of girls
I'ma give you the whole world
And we gon' run this whole thing together
It's me
of guatemala city
My attitude is shitty But pretty witty
I've done the nitty gritty with no pity
I've done it all even itty bitty titties
Give them power hours
be
The scars of life can’t make us stop
The scars of life can’t make us give up
Every day I will be grateful
For all the things that brought me to you
as shit
Losing my grip
I better quit
I'm kidding give it back to me bitch!
That's as good as it got
This is as bad as it gets
Why I snap my fingers
So many presents I see wrapped in pretty paper
Here's one with my name on, it's for me so I've gotta shake
It's Christmas Eve, I give it a squeeze
I ain’t got nothing to smile at even though I do it
i can’t refuse it exclusive shit you can’t believe it son
I am the explicit one every morning I
must bless ya
Whoever start swinging just bring in the next contester
It's like sex I'm in ecstasy
I pop x pop necks standin' next to me
Live by
to give the perfect gift to you
The kids all tucked in, we steal a mistletoe, kiss or two
After tomorrow, it will be all over
Many tales of the season will
it'll lead to
I know safe from recklessness
And I know you're well worth the risk
With you by my side
A cup of coffee with your name on it
It's no
CHORUS
Everybody jump Higher with the Riddim now
It make you get hyped up
It Nice Up
Fire Fire with the Riddim now
It make you get hyped up
It Nice
know I'm on my way
2:30 am, she calls on the dot
It's like clockwork she's off work and fresh off them shots
By now she must got my number memorized
I'm
Livingston your lawyer, I'm gonna work you
My job is to give you a Benz, close your publishing deal while I jerk you
The contract's ready, you already signed
to give than receive
But the rift is we don't believe
Since Adam and Eve
Selfish ambitions are what we weave
We market it as service
We mask it to serve us
version of life was a strange disguise
Weaponized
Weaponized
Weaponized
We watch the world go by from under glass
Blow these little fictions
touched
Excited by the drama we like when it show up
The fighting don't slow up I light you like close ups
And I call you my Calamity Jane you like my
up
Oh no don't give up
Don't give up
Don't give up
To get fame you go try
You don't wanna work but you wanna make the fame
Life is too hard it will
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