Lyrics:
love you”
Next day sayin “pass”
I’m thinking “Can I Get a Fuck You?”
On my ’98 Jay stuck in Rush Hour
’98 J flu game can’t knock the puss out him
Uh -
by the gun. D.J. at the party ain't played one hit,
best slap the D.E.G., put the fade on it. Even before the song is done,
she want the giddy off
I wanna own 2018, 2019, 2020
21, 22, 23, 24, 25 2026
I wanna own 2018 and 19
That's my dream wasn't made by the Chinese
I wrote the song on New
on a hater
How you show us you're a gimmick
I ain't bothered by opinions
When they're coming from a bitch
I'm a problem when I spit
So carnivorous
Eat a beat
claim
Rob me a nicca you know I got me a stain
Going through money I'm letting it rain
Hear how I'm talccing you can hear my pain
Got my choppa I'm
back to her place and she started getting crazy
Making moves on me and her ass started shaking
So much it had the Fox saying it was Michael J-ing
God
Verse 1:
Misery is it's own company uh ha
I'm not impressed by depressed MCs gettin' money
All ears on me exception guaranteed
Top Scotch quality cop
9 to 10
Pass me the rock watch me shoot the J the K and the M cuz I don’t Ls in the N
Heaven or hell will I fail will I win
I been on the road
For
Yo watchu get when you put Johnta Austin,
D-J U-N-K and me in the same room (girl yeah)
To the left to the left (hey)
To the right to the right
can't spit it
He mad cause he ain't hitting
The girl that I got in my car right now while I'm lane switching
J brought me an eighth of shrooms
That shit
QC emcees
I'm with the crew check it out
No debate no no no
Rise with you here we stay yo yo yo
Time to take never wait no no no
No no no
Time
an underground king
Bitch I'm a UGK
These fuck niggas need a NDc
Pussy all in they DNc
Keep 5 shooters like the NBc
Money handled by a CPc
Songs playing
(Yeah)
Baby you talk to the pain
Baby you drive me insane
Baby I'm driving a crane
(Huh huh)
You popped a spiff
I popped and leaned
She look at me; switch
an maybe I'm lucky I Might Get A Hit
I want it all, yeaaah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
Safe full of gold,
I'm gon' bring the j's
They gon' bring a case
I bet she gon bring them cakes
Throw 'em in my face
Make it clap
Pitch and catch how she throw it back
like Clyde, I'ma roast this bitch
I ain't tryna lose my hoes, I can't post this bitch
Brody ain't gon' shoot, he just sold, call him J.R. Smith
I'm with
homie
Give me everything homie
Give me everything, again
Puffing on pungent cuz too many pundits
Telling me that I couldn't do it
I'm one in a hunnid,
Hook:
Like I’m purging masked up in the night time
Got patience fire at right times
On go we don’t care bout no stop signs
If the opps got they
go again..talkin that shit I'm already in da booth
You still Parkin dat whip
All da way to da roof
That's where my confidence went All of da fuckin
underground
And im smokin it by the barrel
Call me Caro Quintero
Quiero mucho dinero and pronto
I'm drinking straight out the bottle
I'm coming different
ain't no homo shit, but I'ma get up in that ass
I keep rappers on stand-by, you hear me?
Fear me, clear me, blowin up tracks like Edward Leary
I'm
minerals and those jewels
Because its me, the E on the attack and I'm back with this jack, and
Coming up on some products that I'm lacking
Well I'm that
the J
Leaving them in the day, trying to get paid, putting them in the grave
Catch 'em slipping with that beam, your hearing that pop, pop, and he off
I'm known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes off up in my rubber like you Scavengers
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