Lyrics:
as James the King
I got a partner by my right hand
Though Savon is the hype man
But he thinks that he can do something I can't do
"What's that?" - command
Yeah, I get a hard on for making a hard song
Fend to blow like the cheeks on Louis Armstrong
You can find me with my ID'eds on
At grog dancing like
get that
[Chorus]
Now let me speak about this chick I call hotter than a flame
Seen her chattin' with this dame, I had to go and get her name
Louis Armstrong on the radio
White wine buzz and away we go
Starry night, out my window
Looks like Van Gogh painted it himself
In the morning
I got that fire tho
I'm hotter than
Ki-Killc!
Got that fire tho
Need no lighter tho
Hotter than Satan yo
I'm hotter than Satan yo
Oh j'ai le feu
Oh
ALL THAT I WANTED
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright 2000
VERSE I
Why the hell are we friends anyway
Since me being down just ruined your
Hey, you want to know a secret?
Well I'll tell it, if you can keep it
Neil Armstrong was an actor
Cast by Kubrick for a movie
But, they shot
to catch your eye now baby what's your trip
Yeah she's hotter than the sun on the Vegas Strip
And she's cooler than the moon on a cold winter's night
Is that
a couple hours, baby, for real
Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Louis and Gucci
Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
Rockin Republic, True
speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by the stash on the shelf
Your money too short nigga yous
the rock
Like Foden takin' a cross, I got cane by the box
I need that big bread, no french baguette
Run up in your yard like Darg where the treasure chest
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
The game is so played out, That i should prolly call it quits
But I'm from Chicago on some Obama shit
but raised in st. Louis where they bury all kinds
than that
Get a gat if you ain't got one already
If you do, then you ain't got enough, get two
And you could never get me, nigga, get you
And you
sauce
You ain't gotta test it
It's hotter than a motherfucker
All my stove's on
By tonight, all the work gone
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking
to your health
But I ain't doing that
I rather murder all these heads on the shelf
Man I'm hotter than the devil himself
And that's real nigga i'm a soldier
loves company now that you're goin' through it? (Yeah)
Somebody tell these rappers I worked hard in these Louis
So get out of here, you don't want no
no (yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than Jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (ah)
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off
your car with the bar, keys are bust
Want something larger? You should
See our trucks but if you're bored
There's more than four wheels on Musk
Hop
I think they mad cause I'm relevant
Big choppers put holes in elephants
I got a bad bitch and she's elegant
Bet a hundred thousand that bitch
Stole 2 horses
Thought you was the law
Thats why I jumped in tha bushes
Goodness
Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire
But I could use her for
deny
Twelve steps to recovery, or else you die)
Yeah, this is for you and I
Fly, pelican, fly
Fuck trying to get by
Or we can put that bullshit
lost in a three setter, that’s true
Go, go go go go go go go
Now you in yo prime, and there, ain’t nobody better than you
For every Prada G, there's a G
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