Lyrics:
Asus4-A D
If you must try another way to find your vamp
C F G C
Who's that who'll help me, by the way?!
Em
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you - that said that I turned pop,
a forum on your sexual drive
Devote it to your lover and make it thrive
The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip hop body
Release my energy with the force of a shotty
I'm gon' keep provin' (let's go)
It's Weezy F, I got your mama groovin'
Out of all the Hot Boys, she say I'm the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges,
I'm gon' keep provin' (let's go)
It's Weezy F, I got your mama groovin'
Out of all the Hot Boys, she say I'm the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges,
Kells make it hurt at the same time feel good!
Label me a bad boy, true but I; m damn good
I'm rich as hell but I'm straight up out the damn hood
F
and said "f*** it, I got something to gain"
Need my name and face on billboards I used to ride by
Shotgunnin', earbuds in, plotted on my time
I'm from
Yeah
I lost control, but I'm back on this shit
I want to fuck on your, fuck on your bitch
Text me on Snap that my album is trash
But you listen with your
theme
Finding your voice, finding your true self
Thats what the culture represents
To f**k with bars; Hip-Hop gave me consent
Then why would I shy away
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
hittas hit ribs
Big licks gotta turn them into big flips
Pick up “who is this? ” f**k your business yo s**t counter-fit
Make my money flip, you should see
but you feel the sauce
Your hear these waves
Please never ignore
Bad tings in come in fours
110’s f Course
Rebel rebel with cause
Say less is more
her bags pack her bags left
Your style is A, be , see-D
E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-are-S
Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
though 'cause the beat thumping
Need a beat? We can talk numbers
Need to eat? Get your bread up
Drop knowledge here's a heads up
Drop college f**k a PhD
In
DONT SELL YOUR SOUL
Intro: chasing earthly pleasures will only lead to frustration
Chorus
Please don’t sell your soul
Please don’t sell your soul
Take fucking 86
Man, I just barely put my
I was gonna give you guys a dialogue about this whole project
I put my heart and soul into this speech
die
make a drive by
b**ch a*s n**ga's will cry
there soul will fly
up to the sky
so b**ch dont ask why
i gettin f**kin high
to the mother f**kin day i
wit the sh**ts now
Riding d**k and we really kinda lit now
Aye I can feel it through your lips now
getting wet so I grab her by the hips now
Maybe we
no sobriety when slaps and words are getting drawn
Spitten on by your kin who gives the chair you're sitting on
But I've written strong words just
from the soul
I bring it from the soul
And nobody's going to stop me as i go
Nobody's going to stop me like Khadafi
Or like Diana was run off by
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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