Lyrics:
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
(Verse 3)
Uhh, we just chill
Got drinks in the fridge, try not to spill
Hit me up if you're hungry for a meal
Anything you want, anything you feel
come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)
[Chorus]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put
could guess
They asked me if I knew Shatta, they said he's one of the best
My honest response ended up being twisted by the press
He understood that, so
and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)
Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on)
I'm falling down upon the earth,
with my secret plans
Talk me down and out my head in a double bed
New releases get delayed by the blogs again
Back me up if the tourin' fails
and stronger than I am
It makes me wanna pull the strap and put a bullet in Hachi
Climbing up ranks it keeps me busy not happy
Drowning in love I can't go back
One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination
I'm Kendrick Lamar, mmm
A.K.A. Benz is to me is just a car, mmm
That mean your friends need to be up to par
See my standards are pampered by
I'm Kendrick Lamar, mmm
A.K.A. Benz is to me is just a car, mmm
That mean your friends need to be up to par
See my standards are pampered by
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
like networks
There ain't shit to prove
Look around the room
They gon' tell you how I move
Step up in the spot
Cleanest cars on the lot
Pressure on me
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Its just me vs the world girl you don't know bout me
In my room by myself instead of being rowdy
Put their call on decline just want some peace
shit on my own
Picture me fake, picture me snake
Picture me smoking a wood by the lake
Picture me not being one of the greats
Picture me not saying fuck
Cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that
Like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gangbang
I tried to get
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just
back, I'ma need more than one" (come on)
Your last album was a weed tray, just some bullshit that we roll up on (brrah, baow, baow, baow)
You know it's
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
Discuss these by oked me up album b2k Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In