Lyrics:
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
who's lookin' out with some security
So come correct with some respect, and then we'll see
So if you with it, the drop the seven digits
And I might
And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva
Let me hear you say, oh yeah yeah!
Oh yeah yeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
Facts
sock you when you're hot
And leave a scar
(Whoa oh oh oh oh)
You're gonna get rocked
You ask me if I know what to do
Well homeboy who in the hell
Are you
my glock on a walk down your block
You picked scissors but I picked rock
Got a skeet bucket, gonna skeet
Bored as fuck so I’m pullin on my meat
No need
to bow
Give me the horns, I'm ready to bull Give me the clay, I'm ready to pull
Married to the mic, I'm gonna elope If you've seen us, it's a prenup
Cause
we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get taken when
I want that money and the power
Hunnids by the hour
Turn a stack to a milly and stack it up to the ceiling
And use it to make a billy whenever we
I'm talking bout you sir
It's gonna be the end of us won't it folks
Climate breakdown is rather tough tough tough
The arctic shelf is melting
Within
them by name
So now, who am I?
Just a rapper with a mission a passion
With a gifting that you can witness
While I manoeuvrer through uber fitness
With
down low, make it wade like the ocean
And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open
But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken
Flashing
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
Cinnamon chocolate on the table they're my women in office
Rulezzzzzz!
I acquire funds
You guy desire on
50000 near the ocean beach for appetizer lunch
people
Who say: money is the root of all evil
Believable, but I say it overlooks
Who makes the money, and so it's an excuse
You can't blame the earth for
go in that ocean for ya - bring it on
Do or die, nigga - you or me gon' be gone
I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low, wodie
Try sizin me up, that
giving rappers the shivers
My job on the mic is to rock it
Another long night in the office
Arrive in the spot like a prophet
Turn a bitch on by the faucet
I'm laughing like lol
You a joke made by Dave Chappelle
My belt made from shells
Walking in the ocean part it I do this who else
Who else gon do it
that's all I know
A bunch of thug niggas put them appetite
Then you know we gonna feel it babe
'Cause that's all I know
So the top it's my destiny
gonna make it through
You say that you're afraid of ending up alone
But every day gets better 'cos it's you who's coming home
She says she likes James
Entertainment
You don't wanna tango, I'll let that thang blow
I will be floodin' the main road, you gonna need more than a rain coat (NSAYN!)
You couldn't stand
you it's a deal For you
This ones for the
Ones who are putting in work and Know they're cold but the outside World don't see
Misunderstood rare souls
Drop
Roll with the shots
How you start a fire with no lighter and a rock
Got to dip
Shit
I ain't no bitch
Where the situation nigga cause we really
rounds
You don't wanna here the sound sound
Don't wanna hear it's melody
I've done some shit punishment by death and Ian got a felony
Someone explain that
everyday
Stackin' my guap till my name Billy Mays
Girl, I'm in love with the
Way you say my name
My hearts restored and it's
You who's to blame
(This is
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