Lyrics:
boys homie, they don't play fair, day care
But glad we beat the curve word to Joanlee,
cnd I'm just going with the flow homie, no leaks
The music is
left like T’Challa, your boy’s back.
And I’m back with some lalafalama lyrics and some goons on Okada.
Another spirit. Boy, Hakuna Matata.
I’m bouta
of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll
lyrics slap maybe next I'll do some shows
And I'm beyond grateful encouraging me to stay faithful
To the music to the craft to the people
Be positive never
to be the next hip hop queen
It's my routine to be flowing on the daily
Dosing your days with flows that be homemade
Not about the gender,
Just here
take a listen
Shut the fuck up for once and just enjoy it, real Music
Bullshit on the daily? Try to avoid it
Your life's ass, similar to a toilet huh?
to experience u missed out an thats the truth
Thursday Friday Saturday night the best of music for your delight
upper height it was dynamite and the djs set
showing signs of futility
By now it should be obvious that it's impossible to compete with me
You should just gimme some time I promise you that one day
a good day
And mentor them lost boys, so they won't take away Rene
Atrévete - te said the man that i was bumping to
Couldn't understand the lyrics that
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
whole team
Uh, everything I do part of my scheme
Uh, the music be implanted in my genes
Once upon a time, your boy grabbed a pen
While some people get
me rise but still I rise
Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
Music so lethal turn coliseums
Boingo Chumbawumba
DC Terrific Three
Ton-a-hit Boy Wonders
Resurrection of The Beach Boys
Wouldn't It Be Nice
To feel some Good Vibrations
Don't think
that kinky-headed boy you can still call Mr. Clean
The flow's spotless, you just some red wine on white carpet
It's okay though, double F4, hittin' all
all your treasure
Yeah I know my flows took drips
Music and me na Gees
If you tell me thank you, I go mention
[Radio]
Who dey check am now
Fine boy wey
met by the beach
We were wrong, from the start
Some days I feel that you're not real
I'll never get to touch your skin again
Tell me just where did I
positive music (Yes Man)
Mi say mi tired of dem X-rated lyrics
It's time for us to play some decent music (Yes Man)
Well right ya now mi come fi mash mi
positive music (Yes Man)
Mi say mi tired of dem X-rated lyrics
It's time for us to play some decent music (Yes Man)
Well right ya now mi come fi mash mi
have fun
You know what I mean? Enjoy the
Music, that's what it is at the end of
The day it's just good fucking music
Man yeah boy
don't set the limit, reach the summit
Free your spirit cause your blunted, from the lyrics I just stuttered
Live off the streets says the brother with
ever ever ever, get to sleeping with them boys, do that might contract aids, get out give that to your woman, she give it to the next nigga, you and that
Striped shirt like I'm Tyrone
Yeah I'm yelling lyrics through the megaphone
All the Msfts run up in your home
I'm beginning to feel like I'm Al Capone with
Mi no want to tell you what to do
But them say if you show love then it comes back to you
So let the reggae music play on the beach tonight
Give me
Bop, Bop, Yeah
Bop, Hop, Bop
Kingdom boy GDA, preach the truth right to your Face
Yeah
Ain't speak to mama in a minute it been too long
She know her
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