Lyrics:
[Intro: Brandon T Jackson Talkin]
Cici Yo See Normally I Dont Do This
Brandon T Jackson Ugly Girls (Cici) Pretty Girls
Ima Be On Everybody Top 8 Ha
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
where to go now
Don't know what to do now
I'm sorry Miss Jackson
2nd verse: Jay LaMark
Look, Yo
Send all them shots up my way
& think I'm bout to run
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
a corruption piece
With Raymond Donovan and Edwin Meese
It's a Re-Ron, it's the Latin Plan
Here's our star - Nacho Man!
We don't need no Re-Ron
We don't need no
Ayy, ayy, ayy, It's Lil Hungry nigga, look, it's for the bitches, nigga
Baby, put your trust in lil' hungry, let me eat it up
I feel like Mike
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds
They will never
life like day by day, know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin'
proved that he can make it
So don't never stop
Brothers stand together and let the whole world see
Our brother Jesse Jackson go down in history
put down on my list
If I don’t get my chick on my wish list it becomes a hit list for the man I reference
No more Christmas with Nicholas, just a carol
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
bunch of rappers, respectfully (ha)
I don't care who niggas down with
I'm violatin' 'em if they was out here doin' clown shit, c'mon man (woo)
I know
Please man don't talk let me spit that fire (hot)
I don't rap, I just talk, that's what I'm that fly (fly)
I'm like a hawk and I got mad style (ouh)
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
I got my own flaws too
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you
Dark skin starting to think that
Like look at Pap with Rem, she was in the can
Ain't held me down, yo man don't need to hold your hand
Damn, y'all hoes ain't got no chance
It's not that
you could have chosen to receive me
You don’t have to go to Jackson just to look the other way
You don’t have to go to Jackson in the winter
You don’t
home, hate to see a good nigga stay down
But don't that nigga look like he from the UK now?
Travis Scott fucked up with that Kylie Jenner chick
They
better know how he coming before the Anti-Christ be showin
Wonders and signs
He told you the times
It's all in the book
Don't go by how it look
Everybody
do right by your side
Ain't tryna slide on some fake shit
Keepin' it a hunnid with you girl
'Coz you make me feel
So good
Ms. Jackson hit the dance
I'm the MVP, like Lamar Jackson Got some members with me, and they real savage
Bro don't try, I play action, knock you down for satisfaction
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