Lyrics:
I know sometimes it's hard to recognize your power
When all the world seems to be bringing you down
You want to hide behind the comforts of a lie
to look herself in the mirror
She will see you
Mirror
Such a long ways from home
When you gotta go grocery shopping again
This week I ain't gonna buy much
ain't nothing I won't do for you
Can't wait to see how you act and you move
When you older you get jimmy choos
Holding ya hand when I walk you to school
ballin
Tell scott to cut a check
I should be sponsored by Spaulding
See me in the club
Wit’ my n****s
And you know we mobbin
Everything authentic wit us
Oh oh, my baby
Woah oh, my baby
Yeah yeah, my baby
My b-a-b-y
You know say when money no Dey
Love no go dey
Baby Shey you go dey
Abi you just dey
need you
To come and chill wit me c'mon
One, Two, Check it
Mad views on her myspace shit
Just stoppin by, showing her love
While she sit's and all her
out to Big Krit
Them Scott boys they be whipping up hits
Sleeping on me hope you piss in the bed
I ain't been the same since I went to the feds
Cut
when she be coming
I get comfy
She ain't talking with my dick beside her tonsil
This the problem with my energy
Your energy on 10 but she
Gone see a lot
think you are
And I know that everything will get back right when it all goes to the
left I'll be by your side
Jasmine Walker, Jasmine Washington,
ill!!!
You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on homeboy and grab her.....
Tape
would sell pies?
Standin' on your own is when you realize
When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys
Back to the real niggas glowin'
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
dey fear watin erigga shook hand put
I Dey outside where you dey hope you fit see car
I want spoil you like soup when them shook hand put
Baby girl
that)(could ya?)
4X
[GR8 Scott]
It was a
[D-Stroy]
Cool and lonely breezy afternoon in the crib
I just finished doing vocals time to lay some adlibs
You could
[Chorus: Scott Blanco]
She gon let me beat it, piñata
And yeah I got her number imma call her mañana
Man this drink is making me so wavy,
(pinching her nipples, jiggling her tits)
Jingle bells, jingle bells...
Harry:
Oh! this is divine!
Rhonda:
This is my pussy, harry! look! see it? you know
Robert Kirkman and Scott gimple yall geneius's for these story lines
My old bitch she washed up so dead to me the walkers won't eat her
You could have her
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
These haters on my back look like Walkers, all talkers
Eyes blue no badge, but they remind Me of the coppers
Cant effect what you don't have, in my
a project
All I know is dope music can't stop that
If I don't get the views or the plays I don't give up I know that ima make it one day
And when you see I'm
to see without speaking
Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin'
A class, or rather school, cause you need schooling
I am not a king or queen, I'm
Where do we go
You come to slaughter us in our homes
Jefferson Atatiana shot up in her home
Stephon Clark by his grandma's
He was shot up in her home
He
want me because I'm charming
It's Belly for the garments
I'm a Jeremy Scott walker
Niggas told me I couldn't go get
I went and I got it regardless
Bitch
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