Lyrics:
And You Fellas Who Don't Know My Game
Yes I'm Called The Prnce of Soul
But Others Call Me The Kid Creole
The MC Delight, Young Ladies Bite
When I
up in my head, man, they been killin' me
Trippin' out, buggin' out, same shit, synonym'
I don't wanna have a safe sex, fuck it kill, the kid
Ahhh I
ain't rolled up,
let's mix sex with the weed smell
[KIM:] then ride me nigga like you do them V-12's
I'll be yo SLK and you can drop my top
[SHORT:]
on Sex off X
When I take this drug
Pills on pills for feels
Just to feel your love
Deep down Your mind
I know I'm inside
Like me my type
You're my favorite
what you want, get what you need
Love it when you tell me, "Baby, please"
When I'm deep, strokin', yeah it squeeze
Sex up on the counter, we done did
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
not all of us born to win (Nope)
Judge me by my color and the clothes I wear
(Fuck) they say "Love is love, " nigga
Not around here you niggas on percs
crazy (yeah)
Now watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar, then I swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doin' my thang, ayy (ayy)
to this song
But no matter what happens I gotta get through it
By any means necessary push and pursue it
Hit me up but they ain't hitting it right
Told me
don’t mix it
I wanna mess him up so bad
Not even Jimmy could fix it
Go on then, stir it and whisk it
I’ll start spitting out fire
Like a 38 biscuit
Don’t
the darkness and through the bleak
You done held my heart each and every beat
And checked on me when I ain't wanna eat
And held me tight when the game
feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick
Yeah you got tricks but I got five more
So any game you try to play, you better know I got
by step
Told that bitch give me the neck
Pulled up GT3 no Vette
Bitches wanting me to sex
I ain't going with her
That bitch she want me for the check
I
your grandpa woulda wore a condom
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know, the challenges always gon' beat us
by me
I'm not the guy you thought I was nah I am not what you had expected
I got the rhythm of jazz in the eighties and spit like a llama invested
I
past, I only want you for your present
Staying by myself, I had some help, not co-dependent
Features hit me up, don't want to ask "When are you sending?"
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you can't
We all up in your shit like a shank (uh)
Don't make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are looking cool,
bothers you
So dumb if you think a dress or color makes u a boy
Not these things determine us, Просто будь собой
Do you wanna play with me?
I'm Ken, you can
bothers you
So dumb if you think a dress or color makes u a boy
Not these things determine us, Просто будь собой
Do you wanna play with me?
I'm Ken, you
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
a white hood back then
You never know, true colors is shining
Blinding us all, but I ain't talking about diamonds
Supposed to be protected by America's
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