Lyrics:
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat
High
body come, I make ya bend it over!
With the music shakin I come run over girl!
And over x9 (wha u wan me fa du?)
Wha u wan me fa du? I like when
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
that great
26" in the chest when you should be 38"
'Cause you look like a monkey
A jack-ass junkie
Your thighs too fat, and your hips too chunky
She's
greens
Toes "Kriss Krossed" like she on J. Dupris' team
Button your sitting up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
up
Bih, say, JONE$, what's the ticket? I say, cost too much
Bih, say, JONE$, what you do? I don't do too much
Bih, say, JONE$, what you, I'm like,
of social media
Don’t want to spread the truth to come out like a encyclopedia
Wonder why I make love songs when I have love for myself
I know that I’m single
bumpin', i arrive
Davy Jone$ is here to thrive
Now just wait for your demise
Ain't no surprise if i'm gonna overdose and fuckin' die
Makes me wanna fuckin'
Words and music by Renny Jones and Donna Cristy (c)2020
turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your
ya muthafuckas what a pimp told me
Make sure these hoes know that the dick ain't free
You can buy a lot of things but can't replace me
So when a bitch
(Oo oh yeah)
She told me to put more fire, Make more hits, success for my music (for my music oh)
She's supporting my good tracks because she know one
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
And you cant match this no matchstick
No fire when I slap this nah
I said I remember cold nights on my jack jones
Sales on them back roads I trap loads
But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know
She the type to seek love and make it everlasting
I'm the type to wake up and say it
Whoop!
Had to throw one of those in there, uh
This that motherfuckin' millionaire music, ya feel me?
Chya
You can't believe it, this
turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your
When she dances she's got so much soul
She can make you forget
Ev'rything she's thinkin' of
She can make you fall in love when she dances
When she dances
All I need in this life is some tree and a mic
Say she like what she see wanna see me tonight
Yea exotic my P grab a seat and take flight
Say I got
stressing' by the tittle
Make a vibe don't wanna tittle When they I'll find the one
When this shit finally brace me Label start to push me
And feel like it's
tell the people to move back farther
I'm at the finish line and ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows
But I make that sacrifice for the life that I chose
I know in Toronto they got salt for the roads
But school's closed in Kentucky, so I like when it
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