Lyrics:
No need for introduction, you already know it's me
I can tell she wanna fuck, I don't have to take off the ski
Niggas payin' for their pussy, man,
was a gimmick
Sex sells, the Lord said I must replenish
Get out my light, you already in my image
My eyes (?) twinkle and glisten
Jeremy Scotts
wanna try
All the other colors that are passing by
Melt it yourself like it's mid-July
Everywhere he look and I'm wondering why
No good reason when you
wanna be sharper than me
You gotta rub against something rough
I'm a lonely traveler, bones drip marrow in catheters
Corroded livers smoke and quiver
the game fucked up
Young boys want they bucks up
Never think about after
I’ll give you free work, for you to give me my masters
They be like boy hell nah, we
what about yo soul
You don't wanna be in love girl, u just wanna be in control
I don't know how much more of this that I can take
You got me fixing
Bitch I think that I'm dyin and shit
Know you fake as a fuck, why you tryin this shit?
Went and shot up that motherfucker blind as shit
Fuck, so
and one of hash
Mix the two together then I do a dab
Step outside of me to meet the me you see and maybe be able to see who I really am
I wanna get lost in
bachelor
My daddy showed me that, I swear that he the fucking master
I’m like the Kung fu panda
Heart broken, mentality injured by what you confessed
Apology
the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime
with caution
Cause I'm only getting better
Ya my shits evolving
They say I'm a problem
That there is no solving
You gotta mix the liquid up
With
For your Carolina brother
[Verse 1:]
Unexpected, that’s who I am
That’s what made me, all on gods hands
Compromise, Produce, mix, master my own tools
dude
Can't you hear your ringtone? That's fine by me
I just wanna know if it's something that I did
So I don't make the same mistakes, what might 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
mention it
[Hook:]
I only wish for colors
Illuminate the black-and-gray, then mix with all the others
See her pucker up, she's looking for a sucker
But
Might just walk up out of Neiman's and go buy me a plane
Black drophead Phantom just to hog up all the lanes
If you don't think that's funny, then you
shut up
Slow it down for the eggheads , I'm a 1 man wrecking crew
You can't even say shit
I rap , mix , master , make beats and produce
Jesus fucking
Ah, come get it
Alright
The pretty club girls, they look so fine
But you don't wanna mix your damn desire
If you wanna try then get it
Ah, bitch, come
Latin bitch wit no papers straight outta Texas
No habla inglés pero she know how to sex me
You ever get in trouble All you gotta do is text me
One phone
tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone,
and an adlib there
*** it, adlibs everywhere
As I proceed to give ya what you need
Spit tre drop, *** cocoa leaves
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
the push of a button I'll get you wet up in the street
Its never been even I'm one of the best breathin'
Ya red shirts might be ready by next season
Fuck they can't stand up next to me
Competition bring out the best in me
Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley
I'm tryin to blow out
roll up some more Phillies my nigga let me hit it
Niggas we thuggin' immortalized, let's get high, it's them niggas you most desire,
I can remember
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