Lyrics:
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Em said he a god, Miley out here twerking
I walked in Def Jam, wasn't no black folks working
Soul is Robin Thicke, Adele's that too
Justin
running for medals
Lil baby she grinding for me and she play with the wood like her name was Geppetto
Wrist frog splash like Rod Van Dam, yeah he broke but
[Chorus]
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Well I don't just do the beat
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she wants to know what Hollywood is
I gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she makes her hips do a twist
Yeah I
Trick life, grow good flowers
Hunnid miles an hour, fresh out the empty
Boy, this is Henry, a big V.A
Hundreds of millions of y'all boys gon' make
What's
now[00:59.60]That my time is ticking[01:01.13]Every single sunrise and sunset[01:03.46]I be working hard I don't ever leave my headsets[01:06.65]By the age of 12 I
Ah, all that shit real too, ahh
I ain't gon' stop
I see the
I'm ain't gon' stop
I'm ain't, haha
We The Best Music
I took the top off
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
Let’s make music
Let’s make music
Let’s make music
La la la la la
Let’s make music
Woo
Damn
You the finest
By far
The flyest
Girl in the world
No cap
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be
face I'll see
Won't somebody help me?
I know it's make believe, but it's the only hope for me
Let the music play
I just want to dance the night
12
Pop a xanny, it lead my night away
Shoot you once, i take your life away
Bitch it aint no scheme
I do it day by day
People say they love you
But
no other fucking name
And do this all by myself ain't nobody that can claim
Said I only make music for me not whoever booming it
I do this cause I love
[Chorus]
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Well I don't just do the beat
to recall what existed before
Surrounded by snakes, in the code of their clutter
Hopeless to find my way out anymore
In the dusk of these digital jungles
My
a toy
I ain't capping can't make this shit up
Shit get wet then go get a mop
Shawty fly get ready to bop
12 is here so you gotta stop
Feeling like Wizzy
pain her like Curtis
Track I ran the streets at 11
He 12, he think we don't know that he tellin'
13, kicked out the church by the reverend
Still
world that we would rather do
Anybody out there relate to my pain
Turn my music up and let me know that I'm sane
We broke up, *****es was starin' at my
tried to make him look crazy (he ain't touch her)
Shaderoom had us thinkin' she fucked Lil Baby
Quavo said they could swap it out he ain't stressin'
Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yah!
Testing 1,2 1,2
Almost check mate homie
Better make your move
All the choices you made
Influenced by social queues
Ugh, uhhh
12 rounds
In the Rolls Royce Ghost, blacked out, cruising with the top down
The music never stops playing loud, even when it's lights out
You seem
[Chorus]
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Well I don't just do the beat
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