Lyrics:
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All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
bachelors degree
Aye, I'm the way
I'm Ice cold like I'm Trae (Ice)
Don't got to see where I'm going like I'm Ray
I don't move by sight, I move by fucking
don't wear ray bans
Hop in the whip, smoke spliffs with the asians
I ain't into the games like ray man
Making stacks it's a real sensation
Swear I just
you in high school nigga
Who you lyin' to man, nigga we ca' see straight through you like a x-ray nigga
Me I'm Gorilla you'd be me if you could
But I
Cut the light record when it's off
Want his head, get a reward when it's off
New plug on the drank, no cough
Real trap n*gga juug out the loft
These
to Play'n Go Woah
Ale prsty z triggeru pryč release
2, 4, 6AM nevolám police
Po hoodu v Air Forcách kráčím with these, Aye
Jak by řekl Yzo, kolik lidí
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
the blind like im Ray Charles my singing get her wet.
Dont you know
These n*ggas be staging
Taking flights you can catch me in the sun like a raisin
Lil
of block, it's a rundown
Tay & Lonnie J they got dem pounds
N****s big, by air, don't smell shit
Gang in the streets, in the streets
In the streets, in
get you removed
Real gangster, kidnap your goons
Twenty bands and have it by noon
Back then, had fiends on the moon
I'm why your mom was heating up
the bando I'm rocking my bhino
This ain't for play play
I'm flipping the view
I'm flipping the view
I'm feeling like Ray J
How can you hate great?
I got
I don't take it personal
Lil b*** choosing, I'll f*** around and curve a h**
Real N*** only and you N*** a Pinocchio
You ain't the real boy, mid
know no fucking cops
Do it all by my lonely that's why I could never stop
I'm out the Hood hoe
I'm out the Hood Hood
I'm out the Hood hoe
I'm out
Yeah (This it right here Chad)
Yeah J
These n***** better stop playing me man, yeah
I'm cool if my head ever go under water, I'm swimming with
Boom!
Take Away, Vintage God
GRËJ produced by GRËJ, hey
J'en ai marre d'ces petit bourgeois privilégiés
Rap aux thèmes légers
Que des fdp bien BCBG
sell incense down by the sea shore
And put Daytons on any any automo'
Like a Samurai Suzuki with a kit
You know you Negro when you got Dip-n
I know some p***y n****s in they feelings
They don’t address that sh*t to me cuz I don’t feel it
I keep this sh*t too real they don’t wanna spill
da hell can rap better than me
'Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' stoned
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
Niggas that's in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
involved
Like J Meeks I got the bars
N all the broads up in my drawers
See
It’s real Ill prolly catch another charge
For these beats left massacred
N punk
the soda
Peeing ciroc cuz I hate being sober
I fuck by the 2 so my nickname is Noah
I'm on fire n I just can't stop, I roll up the woodz just to get more
'n
(Chorus) x2
[Juicy J-]
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call
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