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In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
Written by Lewis Mark
Lead vocals by James Young
if it's my time to die today
please God oh make it fast
balanced on this point for a year
putting lil shawty up on the map
They Tellin lies on me and she already knowing it’s cap
You stayed by my side always down to ride so I feel like I owe you
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving
had won
Couldn't see through the tinted glass
She said, "Home James" and he hit the gas
I followed her to some darkened room
She took my money, she
had won
Couldn't see through the tinted glass
She said, "Home James" and he hit the gas
I followed her to some darkened room
She took my money, she
you
I guess I'm just too real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Nah, bend over nigga fuck you
See, I know what's what, who's who and who is you
Move
four-on-the-floor and two on the door
Get a power mike in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to strike when ya key the mike
'Cause ya never know who's a-listenin'
Some clown
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
Make my mother fuckin' day
y'all niggas cotton
Potatoes like augrotten
We niggas plottin'
To hit your stash and leave you rotten
I done bust slugs
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
I yap the nigga ripe then
goin' rocky
And my wrist's all froze
Champagne's in my glass
I'm surrounded by hoes
You know You know
You know that I fuck shit up
You know you know
I'm e-classic
(This is a Tay James exclusive)
Fly so classic, pocket full of plastic
Getting active with a actress
Who loves shagging
Magnums, baggage,
the green
You can get mad if you want to
Get mad if you want to
I'm just driven by the green
I'm just driven by the green
Who the hell you think you talking
in between, yeah, right
Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
barely know who They are
This is bigger than us
Check the phones and computers
How we posed to progress and take steps to get better by killing our future
crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in
the region
To help save the city from the carnage (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm too big for these lil' niggas who talkin' that yap
I don't like or follow none
to get back right
Yeah, top down, hair back (skrt)
Ride by the HYPEBEAST on Fairfax (true)
Monday morn', I don't wanna hear trap (no)
I play Rick
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin' water by the scale
Tryna' get a mill' on the other side
They ain't got a meal, we don't
drained by Major Pain
Who got the loot? Big bodied Coupes and S-Classes
And when we swoop, kickin the loot or catchin casket
Load up the rigs, with
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