Lyrics:
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
play nigga
My lil' "G" Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood,
Jumpin' at the boy,
Man, you better have ya bungee cord,
Since
I'll leak on ya elm street
Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you don't get
It's Young money till the bone grizzle, ya dig
Now we got
the thing 'bout retarded people
What?
They don't fucking know they're retarded
Well, okay, you wanna fat shame, bitch
Two can play that game (what?)
You
on the floor" That’s one
Of my ideas for it "Swag King Cole, mink is
Dragin’ on the floor, fo’ I embarrass you
But I don’t like to embarrass you…’I Don’t
Like
fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint you'll be
Coming out feet first
So I blast the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh,
a night with the boys, never made any plans
You can hear the bottles jangle
They’re under Troy’s coat
Ben’s going on how only kings have moats
Andy he don’t
Don't you know that I be out in France
Where the fans throw they hands like Pacquiao
Not 'cause my looks, 'cause my hooks could knock Rocky out
And my
You'd be lying to say you don't know the name
He's the only one in town
With a song for any crowd
You're real lucky to say you know Ben May
He met Chet
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
celebrated... we went out and celebrated the first single being
recorded.
But just before we did this, recorded the song. Steve said to me, he said, "don't you
opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only an hour
If I
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
, Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
you to tell me I'm in the band please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I don't need
to the game that put me on the map
You know what I'm sayin'?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for
hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place
I want to take my gun and shoot
Creating lots of Lyte, get it?
How many different ways can I say it?
Piano Man, how many ways can you play it?
I spell it out, the L-why-T-E
Without
on the news looked in the mirror
Then realized that I I I
Had something to prove
You told me, "Don't be like me
Just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny
rock the beat with your hand
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin'
to switch the game up
Show em how we get it that's why every
Single song I be bringing something different
Man they saying that I'm hard and
They play me
[Krizz Kaliko - Hook]
Dont you pity me no mo just pray for me
That this'll be the last sad song I have to sing
And only time will tell if you stand
beneath him
If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat
He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
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