Lyrics:
you
I'm pretty sure niggas ain't even heard of you
I'm doubling numbers I'm moving vertical
I'm doubling back if I hear a word or two
Until then, I need
with me
We've come along to hear you all play
And I know the wide porch is the place to be
'Hi there! I'm so glad you dropped by
Betty replies
We'd love
Come on along (come on along)
Let me take you by the hand (here's my lily white)
Up to the man (the mighty man)
I'm talking about the man
Mmm,
Come on along (come on along)
Let me take you by the hand (here's my lily white)
Up to the man (the mighty man)
I'm talking about the man
Mmm,
And I go back to tenth grade
Found Mateo caught chemistry
Talking like how we UA
Now we plotting on industry
Shout out Francis,
"Oh you down, you need
Making me give you my last name
Who thinks to stop me
Black Bing Crosby
Fuck their plot he
Write up another one
Ain't been this lit I's 21
21 days
21 plays
drumroll out
No square bobs around me i bet I weed em out
Marijuana the aroma got me so zoned out
Make this money walk a mile soon as you run yo mouth
Have
the middle of the week
I hear 'em talking shit but they ain't talking to me, so discrete
They say I got a anger problem, I got a thinking problem
I try
the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by
looking for him
I'd play my little songs in the car next to you boo
She bob her head and say, "damn! Oh, that's you?"
But by the last anthem, I was feeling
Move with the air with the sounds that you like to hear,
Modern Talking back for 1998!
We're doin' it live on your 98.7 station.
Pump up the sound,
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen
and attack it
You talking that shit, but can't back it
I tap a dime and then dip
You getting cuffed by a ratchet
You're way too afraid to admit
You'd rather
roll mercenaries
Soldiers of fortune by some other name
I'm talking about rock 'n' roll mercenaries
Money is power, 'n' power is fame
Everything
all the same shit, but it comes and goes
I got money but I be spending it like a runny nose
I can’t hear you
I can’t hear you
No more talking shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that shit now
All I know is that
make the music then I bob up and down this my sound
I make a hit I make a hit I got the kit I got the kit you know I'm it you know I'm it
Tay to lit Tay
concrete
So when dy
Talking to me
U knw dy can't compete
I jst wavy dy go
Dem never chi chun chin
No be by who resemble
Na by who raise pikin
Nd i lived in d
nails touchin my face
We she kiss my neck I say, baby you the one
Ever since we started talking I say, baby you the one
I know I ain't the smartest nigga,
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
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
Talking on the telephone like Yak Yak Yak
Must be the pheromones, get back back back
Talking on the telephone like Yak Yak Yak
Leave me the hell
new (new)
Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
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