Lyrics:
that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don`t make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box
For you can find me smoking Buddha
By the dock of the bay (hey hey)
We got homies in New York
We got respect in LA
We got some hot chicks out in Vegas
I like everything fast
Fast money fast bitches
I swear I go all in for the cash
I like hoes wit some ass
Slim waist nice titties
Especially
my boo, cooler than a cup of ice
Sexy mama lookin' hotter than a cajun spice
Fly, dressed up nice and ready to entice
Sweeter than a apple pie, "Can
call it the wax
The recording sciences developing the tracks
is not the essential fabric but if you have it
might make you a household name and let you
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
tho, it’s lit
We in st.kitts with white chicks
With nice tits rocking nice kicks
I like this, this life I could get use to this
ISO
I'm attacking it
In the booth shit on the song, like it was laxative
Make a track, who can compete that's really rapping shit
Why they faking for
than a nine acting like you a dime
A broken clock You ain't worth the time
Watch
I'm not a fish I ain't on yo line
You got banged by a gang no signs
Ha
ready to take the blame
On my death note I stack the first day I learned to aim
Oh I like your track If you ask me I say it’s lame
Yeah I know she sings
See many men ready on the ready, set, go. Lil truth that not many show to
Move large, well, you gotta hit larger
Long are the days of the trade
chick?
I moved on her actually
You know, she was down in Palm Beach
I moved on her and I failed
I'll admit it
You try and fuck her at the time?
I did try
as a Cadillac
Grindin on your girl to this by movin her hips back
The poor chick's beggin not to make her a hunchback
Cuz the music's too strong
Just call it
tracks like munchies
Watch me
With every move that I make
Every step that I take
Dey go just dey
Watch me
Everywhere that I go
Every chick I talk
Skeltah
Ruck n' Rock flip till we got it locked
If not, we make it hotter than the glocks in lye spots bitch
Chorus
Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, leaded up
Call the coroners to make
can make you wet by doin' this in your ear
(See why you playin', all that bullshit you sayin')
Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the (Bad
son
Sweatin through my clothes, looked like somebody doused him
I got to get out, COVID-19 couldn't house him
But ya not ready for me, Holly Holmes
and I mean that there
And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah
Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They
sacrificed so many Saturday nights up in the crib
Writing rhymes, instead of at the club mackin dimes
Meet a nice chick and make me compromise my time
Between
make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, go, Jas (It's you)
It's me, it's me, baldie
Not anymore, got a duey a-Rag in the C
In the booth, in a geek
back
Baby Jesus
It's so lit
Hope I'm on the nice list
I been good
You been bad
Can't get on this Christmas track
All I want for Christmas is a 100
You ready or not yeah fatal he rock
Give me the Mic. Bout to blow up the spot
Turn up the speakers and make sure they knock
Yeah make sure they knock
savage
Every time that I hear a track I attack it
I'm so nice matter fact I'm the baddest
Static spittin' crack's not an act but a habit
Most rappers
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