Lyrics:
makes sure your kicks fit (kicks fit)
The real shit, true, baller pack steel shit (uh)
The nigga with the movie and the mil' shit (uh-huh)
Mass appeal
the money
HA HA HA HA HA
[JD]
While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills on my house in
Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal
And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D
With some brand new shit for the year of '93
I got a loop on my crate
I take the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And that says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the mass appeal
I'm
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
But still, I make girls brown eyes blue at will (until)
My ass was no longer mass appeal
Oh shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted
Wait
It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately, I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel
Mass Appeal India
सुन
I could take The sun and I could Swallow it whole
Turn my body inside out of you’d be facing gold
But you don’t Believe me
that's just common sense (sense)
Statik Selektah, yeah (keep it movin', yeah)
Joey Bada$$ (keep it movin', yeah yeah)
Nasir, Mass Appeal, real, brrat
S, everybody at Media Arts
The best magazine in the world other than Odd Future
Mass Appeal, XXL, Thrasher
What's up to WingStop? The 212 bus
"In
Lord have some mercy on my soul
Whoa whoa
Now why everybody making shit that's unreal
Cause the a & r man he wants mass appeal
Forgetting all about
pass it on
They watch bae like Hasslehoff
They judge me, I cast it off
I punk them like acid rock
Castles, vassals, king but I ain't got
No Mass appeal
appeal, Playing Mass effect
I got the cape and a cowl, I'm a bat detective
I don't make great deals, I'm a bad selector
But I came this way, so I'm mad
are
Got sex appeal, mass appeal, drug appeal
Guns, guns, guns, for rea/l
Hoes do it for the cash
Might be a good crook
But your back is trash
Love one,
It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately I am beginning to find
That I should be the one behind the wheel
down with the De La
(Disc jock) get the people dancin' for real
(Disc jock) be the (jock) holdin' mass appeal
(Disc jock) you can't get enough still
down with the De La
(Disc jock) get the people dancin' for real
(Disc jock) be the (jock) holdin' mass appeal
(Disc jock) you can't get enough still
kicks fit (Kicks fit)
The real shit, true, baller pack steel shit
(Uh)
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit
(Uh, huh)
Mass appeal get me in
Nelly
It went mainstream and it caught mass appeal
Hey, that ain't bad, shit
It's why I got a deal
But no matter what, I'm 'a just be me
Go triple
all day keep a locced out sway
East, side, the hustle get real
Pretty young things with their mass appeal
Or the south where thugs keep gold in
my rights
And then lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America
Mass hysteria
Mass media
Mastered shaping mass appeal
Peals away
leading the charge
The mass appeal
To brilliant bruisers taking the wheel
And the sea was alright and it was alright, it's
It's all we know now
against the mass appeal
Were gonna kill the seven record deal
Make records that have more than one good song
The dinosaurs will slowly die
And I do
switches
Take'em, break'em, make'em feel it
Mix it up and mass appeal it
Pressure is riding me hard
Killer dose right through my heart
And there's no
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