Lyrics:
by my aura
I love a freak who let me facetI'me her while i record her
Keep havin' to tell da bitch I'm bippin' block her or ignore her
If she 'ont get
Take It Off
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : I know it’s cold outside and you’re trying to stay warm
Now that
Yeah, man
Jr, Sean Kingston, enuh (Vybz Kartel)
Mr. Kardinall inna yuh area
Beluga Heights
See me a seh (let's go)
Miami have colors, colors,
'em know
Let 'em know I'm in here
It's Joker I got a sickness
It's gettin' worse by the minute
And then it spread to the club at the moment I step off
a champ, gotta get the ring
Gotta be a king, modest as I seem
Niggaz gotta kneel, gotta kiss the ring
My words are my weapon, got an M16
Let’s not act as if
talking King James
Fit drippy got more water on me than a sting ray
Bro the Zaza man get you higher than Yao Ming's face
I been on a mission to make chicken
by myself (free the real, keep the rest, no cap, nigga)
(J.R.) ayy
Came in this shit by myself (dolo)
Free the real, keep the rest, no cap (free
ain't seen the best of me
Watchin all my demons man they kinda cool
Sayin JR angels out here actin like a fool
Said let's grab a plate of steak let's all
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
as a mother livin on soil, it's best to have someone to spoil
So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy
Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by
ducking the fade
On god...
Bitch You know my name Robby Ray
Your bitch never forget that's why I say that shit again
Look bitch you know what it take to get
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
Dedicated to the great Scott La Rock
RIP, this one for you, my G let's get it
Boogie Down Productions, with Premier
We gettin paid
Y'all write
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods
I'm a swisher man 8 in the mornin' you bouta
Get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
hairy
(It don't never)
It don't never get Harry like Potter, ayy
(No cap)
It just be bald like Stewie, ayy (Let's go)
I'm gettin' head at the movies
out there, I'm comin'
(But I still know this is the life, baby, baby)
Let's go get 'em Just
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire,
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
through as is
On my cool boy shit
Big loaves no croutons bitch
Don't let that one lose you
Only don't get em if I choose to
She see me as somethin that she
Cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a
Bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut
on the cut
When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut
So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky
When I drink a brew it's either Guinness
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