Lyrics:
seen a bunch, but ain't one like you
Beautiful you know that it's true
One of a kind
My tiramisu
Eat you up
Like you know that I do
Let's get it
Lemme
Yo, what it is? What it do? What's goodie?
You are now tuned in to the sounds of
A Tribe Called De La Peas
L.A. New York collabo
Y'all know what
Fuck you if you really thought you had it like that
I been building up a system that could get it right back yeah
Fuck around and get it like
a forty, suck a forty guess who's back?
You're chilling with a titty feelin' villain
Stepping to the puny puddy punks catching fillings
I hit so many
pack a punch cause my crew runs deep
like the Brady Bunch, and we all smoke the blunts
(Word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish market
Mics I spark
And I call him Brady
His money he give me a bunch
And I don't be waiting,
So I tell that boy to hurry up I gotta sugar rush
Why he acting slow?
yeah I
the breeze
I only fuck wit you if you fuck wit me
If you fuck wit me then you stuck wit me
Shoutout to B Mayes he got the tree
Vonta got the truckin business
If I ever fall ima bounce back. whole bunch of rats yeah Mousetraps
Whole bunch of hittas where yo house at
Nigga roll dice better call that
Can't
the machine
Got this money up, with no caffeine
Prepare me is Kerosene struck by
A bunch of lightening
You looking at me then your sight seeing
And what that
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
remember the days back in school when a nigga was broke
My best friend was a lock pick
I framed by a nigga I thought was my brother
And turned out that nigga
change
Don’t be a nuisance not laying blame
But if you want beef I’m staking a claim
Grabbing a hunch back in a bunch
Packing a punch like Katie (UH)
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
I was gonna hop up on here and talk a bunch of shit...
(Talk a bunch of shit!)
But, the music speaks for itself, you know?
(God damn right!)
So I
I gotta run
You gave me coffee in a paisley mug
Didn't know you were a '70s girl
Still in love with the Brady Bunch world
Our love is wasted on these
by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex, you can twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
5 or 6 M, the LaFerrari, I
don't give a f***
She play with the balls, like she Brady, a bunch
This choppa gon' eat you
For dinner and lunch
Call me a dentist, I'm all in her gums
many haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's
roll (roll)
I hear that about you, baby
It's back when the city's cold
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold
Don't ever look at me like that
It's just in
I show it back (show it back)
You be upfront (be real)
I got your back (I got your back)
I play this song (play this song)
You like oh this slap
living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin' like a young Sade
'Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know
and died
Well, she took me by the ear
And said, what do you want to hear, boy
You want to hear those crazy old lies
I said nothing you can say girl
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