Lyrics:
your moment
Now that you got the time boy
Play it
This ain't anotha testimony (Testimony)
But a journey, to discover what I'm 'pposed
In this lifetime
I
Plus I have to focus on my dream so there's no time to side-track
Give me any single beat and you know I'll sky that
And if your talking shit to me then
what time it is, report to the dance floor)
It's bad boy, b**** (Talk to 'em)
See you out the corner of my eye
Leaning on the wall, looking fly
I want
it (You know what time it is, report to the dance floor)
It's bad boy, bitch (Talk to 'em)
See you out the corner of my eye
Leaning on the wall,
it (You know what time it is, report to the dance floor)
It's bad boy, bitch (Talk to 'em)
See you out the corner of my eye
Leaning on the wall,
had of being him were nightmares in themselves
I wish I was anywhere but here
My heart is beating in a body that I don't hold dear
You can tell me
a durag
And you can tell me I'm
A hustler from New Jack
Cause you get shot up in the
Gut, I thought you knew that, nigga
Imma prove that if you two step
found down by the lake
I get it, it's fun
But you boys just aren't that young, when I was your age
My husband used to kiss with tongue
Too loud, too late
the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you're looking for that, holla at your boy
I'm a m-m-mack, mack a p-p-pimp
where you from, nigga?
In my city, that was question number 1, nigga
Looking like the legend I become, nigga
I can't help but feeling like I am
a part in Killa Season 2
Get her a audition, get 'em in a mortition
She 'bout to dead 'em, y'all couldn't see the boy vision
Chorus
Cam'ron:
Come to our
get the one written on paper
I was up last time I checked, smoke me a hater and turn em from matter to vapor
Her daddy hate that I'm black, tell a snow
you can you can never solve em
Said that I'm just a man
I got my own problems
You can you can never solve em
And I don't have the answers to this shit
Like Cesar I guess
Yeah
I don't need a salad
I need a palace unless
You passing me
That za from my left
I Might hit it again
And get faded
She
press 'em
They gone tell me that i'm trippin'
Prolly cause of this shit that i'm sippin'
I ain't worried bout the shit cause i'm dippin'
They gone hate
CashMoneyAP
Everything foreign, nigga
Ooh (ayy)
Broke nigga shit tell 'em back back (back back)
Runnin' around with the rat pack (huh)
That
Givenchy that's my fragrance
Crime Scene but it's stainless
Missed the shot where you aimin'?
707 but then I switched it to the PJ
Rockin' the park, I get it
make when we act a facade and God know that it's fake
Life isn't easy, decisions are greasy, you might get some answers if you would just believe
Bad Boy Lavish
Dey here so
(Jay)
VIG
Lavish dey here so
(Rexy got da sauce innit)
I'm not a story teller omoh
But i go tell you my story oh
And i go
cant rap gucci aint trap but you dont believe
that im tryin to get fat chicks and all that you think
you go harder but i dont believe that and you dont
tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting this bread
(You hatin on this paper chase)
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood
my niggas in the joint
Whole clip full with hollow points
Hope you niggas get the point (yeah, yeah)
Smoking on loud, they smell the noise
Patek
geekin)
I just get up on the weekend (yuhh)
I got it up yea I'm out
Got it up, where you at?
I'm across the whole globe bringing it back
Wuttisdat? Yea
seh?) Yo sa dé actrices
A badman jailer, yeah, me like that
Gyal, your body good, tell me a where you find that
Me get it from mi mommy and I know
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