Lyrics:
"Frank E baby (Baby) " "Hey"
"Where the booty at"
Mr 305 (yeah)
Omar Cruz (This is for the ladies)
I'll be in the club with
Some bad ones with me
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
yeah)
With the tourists who be asking him (yeah, yeah, uh)
"Do you work here?" (Yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
Nigga-nigga
Yo, the Abstract with
Momma gave me the swag
I walk like the President
Talk 'bout only dead presidents
And big settlements
Yes, I have faith in the flag, yep
I'm a citizen
Chicks be like damn playboy where they find you
I reply on the dance floor right behind you
Yea I do shows I got love for the fans
But understand
I'm worth
of the girls are saying I am the one with the greatest heart,
no matter where I go (gimme a break) no matter who i show
and I'm mr smalls
(Is that right, wait
Injili, Injili
Can I sing with you
'Bout Mr. Tembo and what he's got to do
But first I'm going back
To the Colworth Road
To find the mission
and that's right where I belong
I'm the random minor note you hear in major songs
And I like that
I don't really give a fuck if I was just the only one
tongues
Till they're plenty dull
I'm bummed by glum hum of our mental lull
Build a tribute to our fullest, monumental
Or retreat to the stars from whence we
Back
By any means
I don't care what it takes baby I'll
Do anything
I'll
Do anything
I'll
Do anything
You don't belong in the cold
You shouldn't
Hop
Picked the "Truth" beat for Beanie
And I was in the session with him, I had my demo with me
You know, like I always do
I played a songs, he's
tell me where we fall, where do we go, where do we belong?
Just come with me, I know such a place where all the stars will die
I'm in a hole, I
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
of the show where Larry comes out and sings a silly song."
But, I've been thinkin', and talking with the guys.
Mr. Lunt: And we've decided it's time to broaden
Gone get him if not more money on his head and he passed
This a MR2 I assume I'ma crash
In a penthouse too
I don't know where we at
Moving so quick I
that makes you laugh
When you know you're 'bout to cry
I know your favorite songs
And you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong
Think
a pit stop
I'm still in the race
I'm gonna do what it takes
Wax museum
I'm surrounded by fakes
Younger me was great
Present me might not have what it
Hands up hands up
Ringa ding ding dong
Where do I belong
I wanna write the song
That will right the wrong
Hands up hands up
Ringa ding ding dong
your teeth
Driven by night
Tensed by danger
Tumble anything you get across
Leave no trail
Run back into the woods I double dare ya
Shield yourself with
this place, you don't know my name
By the look on my face, not in this game
I don't wanna know where you're going from, where you came
I don't know
show you some-thin!"
Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases
Listen, listen, it's drivin me CRA-ZY
Cause everytime I do a style
money, Dead faced presidents
She ask me why the fuck I'm high all the time
Bitch this my medicine
I just get by
I live day to day on otha shit
I just get
you'll stay by my side for a life
Not just a moment
Show me the place where I belong
And show me a love I know is real
Tell me you'll stay by my side
Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk
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