Lyrics:
is by the brick here
Like fuck a good day, this a good year
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never
Yeah, wake up to my heart beat, bum-bum-bum
New kicks for the kick on the drum, drum, drum
Sugar pop, I got some some, some (hoo)
Music in my head
Lights out, I told y'all, this is the one I owe y'all
When you see me, act like you know I know y'all
No one (no one) but Allah can hold y'all
Average
the wars of words come through, I
Hear the tiptoes up the stairway, too
This kind of music makes me sick of the answer:
You'll never turn a singer into
game
Do it for the music, you do it for the power
Work on cars, paid by the hour
Software design, drowning in dollars
Can find the V, top of the tower
order or so
What the hell you want, got sons, guns, run run
Make them run run skate take one
From young one's dumb-dumbs
Hit wit the dumb-dumbs hit
whether you a trapper
Or a gun clapper, make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters, sprayers, bitches
Niggas who hit playa, catch you in
'm bringing the passion
I think I'm the shit, I can tell that that bothers you
Honestly, all that I need's a reaction
Back to the hustle
Rise to the top
One, two, one
Everyday I pray for mankind
We're all slaves to a generation socialized and sickness is in the mind
We are habitual thinkers,
a good one
Soon we'll say back to the
Tunes and being top guns
And yet we'll never regret and say
This is what we should've done
The clock she runs c'mon
All I see is lies
I can't see the truth
Planted by your aoura
I know this is true
I know you won't belive me, but I can't get to you
I know you
a drum so you know it's going to pop
My heart is Cold Stone rocks
Drop off the white Let It Lock in the pot
Bitch I'm a farmer on growing these crops
Take
to the top
With my city on the back
Twenty twenty charger this s*** Is all black
How you dropping music n**** Sounding all wack
I gave Y'all a chance now it's
keep tryna kiss on the lips
Said no 'cause you not my bitch
Light skin with a body
All white Maserati
Pulled up to the party
Took his bitch and I
falls, over the streets
It's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat
Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat
And when it's over, all I want is
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear your
Back to the basics again,
I want the cash, currency, cream and the cheddar you fucked up, y'all split up, bitch get it together
My dude on the court
of my limo
They didn't want it all the way so
They just gave me a demo
Rubbin feels good when you're
Drunk and you're buzzin
Forgot who you was and tried
Cee]
Know what I'm saying?
[all together]
Cause you can hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me!
Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me!
Hurt me, hurt
time is now, lil' boy, you better pop it
You know we swing them sticks just like a bop it
Don't ask me about no niggas, I don't know who dropped dead
this ring
But if i wasn't Tech N9ne
Bitches wouldn't even want to be with
Tech N9ne
If I did no music
Then would you respect mine
This wedding band
like flies
Can't we realize
In the pop music scene man
All these G's are calling me
And I'm looking at em like a spam risk
And I don't trust these big
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