Lyrics:
the pitter-patter, I had to blow so
You know what happened, reach and grab for all the dough, yeah
Livin' good like a Nubian Queen should
Just put it on the bill
I'm number one, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace
His name is J he's here to play, and win this race
He's off
have contempt?
Only if he was who they affect, which he's not
The same but so far apart
Four percent of the human race
Is represented by a flag in space
a nightmare for anyone
White with a badge or anyone slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in
Pardon me y'all the racists I run against
of Versailles with a queen by my side
In this hot girl summer, I'm just trying to find a wife
Visualizing from every island that's on Hawaii
With my team
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggas on the swarm again
Pirahna niggas bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist
instruments by QueenEarth
Album artwork by QueenEarth
a baseball bat
Dale Jarret does it on the race car track
Tom Hanks sure knows how to act
And he makes it look easy
Dan Rather does it on the evening news
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
to call
It ‘Theraflu’ i’m calling
The song this…" And then people are
Like, "oh, he changed the song to this"
And then that’s
What it is, because when I did
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
'fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it
Next album you gon' blow, up my ass, you done blew it before
Being in my video, what's
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
might get it in heaps
Try to give it back he be like, nah that's yours to keep
So poetic baby girl you make it hard to speak
My dream lover make it
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
she mop it (mop it)
She lick it, she top it
The bitches, they swappin' (swappin')
Don't try me, it's by me (by me)
Feel me, it's on me (on me,
and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce,
Tay-K he got
Caught up with the case catch me in a race
Catch me with the wraith
Hot sauce drippin on my chicken
And smashin with my face
I'll do this in
a hold me cause they wouldn't have a case
So don't you hurry don't rush me no in a no haste
Me na go chat dais one fast ca a no race me a race
holding life in trust
He who is one race in; and poor, weak, mean, oppressed
Are children of one bounteous Mother s breast
For God, and Lord, and all
Hey ya
Shoo wah
Zadup wow
Two by two, we're marching door to door
'Cause God loves Mormons and he wants some more
A two-year mission is our
'round (yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be riding up in the high rise elevator? (Yeah,
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