Lyrics:
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,
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
if I must bust Said again I been good But I'm still in the streets with heat Cause a nigga gotta eat Its a Bone thing what? Cause I love some money
And I'm with your mother at a diner around lunch time
Then I sat there for an hour in the booth dude
While she locked herself cryin' in the bathroom
When
was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic
and Paul’s crib with the pool in the back
Long UD drive reminding me of when Sky was still alive
I never thought it’d feel this good to be back
In the burg
I
love and lost
What I'd do to spend one more Christmas with my maw and paw
Or learn one more guitar lick from Uncle John Paul
After all it was y'all who
me any girl, but you still my lady
My credibility, my step ability
Some ice so gimme that booty pretty jammin'
In the worldwide with me, my world
fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their
Leroy, you see it
Work seven days still we never weak
Cross Blue Mountain and never peak
Never giving up, no we bringing it (ay)
Sean Paul singing it
in the tropics
And I'm a suck the p**** till she beg me to stop it
That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him
was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his -sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You
Lil' Xan imitate Lil' Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
here
But you don't even recognize your own face in here, fuck it (fuck it)
Independent with a major budget (uh-huh)
You ain't mad at me, you mad your
're a radio MC
You must not listen to songs
I'm so sorry, you're nobody
Just a guy Kano's bringing along
Say hello to Kano's hypeman (Ghetto)
In fact, you sound
in the tropics
And I'm a suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it
That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him
Dreaming of future reality
Well you done know say nothing can′t stop me
'Cause a so we drop that
Yo - Sean Paul one time nah waste no time
Baby i′ll
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before, in ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss
and Jay dropped with Bey on the same day
Like Ether got Jay still feelin' some kind of way
Jay was in that water, like, "I'ma protect me"
With the helmet
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
Cray Cray cray
Paul McCartney Say Say Say
Exactly What you want okay
Too Many People
With big egos
Think they equal
Go Eat at Home
Release your songs
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