Lyrics:
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
Quarantetrois?
(Verse 1)
I’m repping my town nd city , when you see me you know everything me (me)
Hold it down for 243 lingala hiphop God Mc (Mc)
I pulled down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
Maybe they can stop it
With gamma irradiation
Blaze the mic
And still be patient
Rip it
My freestyles
Cause a pandemic
You don't want to see me
I get it
where I'm supposed to be
By myself it is so lovely
Doing what I want
Sipping bubbly
Burning grapefruit kush, feeling lovely
Smoke a blunt in
Baby you know, you know, what they're talking about
It's a thing called love down through the ages
It makes you want to cry sometimes
Makes you feel like
Reason witchu
You got one statistic
You gon' respect mine or ya son'll get it
I'll leave him dead in the
Middle of Little Philly
But little did he know I
wanna wait for you to be seated
Take your food on the way and eat it
Retreated up in altitude
Defeated by my attitude I am
But let's be Frank, let's be
But you kept trying it
Jennifer pretending to be Mom at Kohl's was a nice touch
I'm telling you anything you don't already know
Or the police officers
it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin' you, baby
And I know you're gettin' bored (now, come on)
Dealin' with him (yeah)
I know you miss
it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin' you, baby
And I know you're gettin' bored (now, come on)
Dealin' with him (yeah)
I know you miss
And the city is mine
I'll just let you know
I've got
Put tray on it
I've got fats on
It cost a million more
I've got black on and I can rap on
Whatever track dog
on the mic and turn it out
We're talking root down, I put my root down
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down
I said root down, it's time
two seconds flat
And that's probably a record, yeah, you wasn't expectin' that
'Cause they want in on the act, there's a Cognac bottle
We snuck it in
with the baddest
Plus I know that you a goddess
So tell me what you acting for
Me know just how you want it
Christian Dior mixed with Tom Ford yeah
Fi
view?
Is it the news or the movie you're taking your girl to? (uh)
Know what i'm sayin cause Uncle Sam got a plan
If you examine what they tellin us then
the Presidential
And the bitches love it like Olivia Pope
This is one flow, got one million more
And the city is mine, I'll just let you know
I've got trail on, I
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play, "St. James Infirmary" and, "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down
peek at the parliament
We got the steez i'm the reason they hollerin
Get it so hot that i'm poppin like Mary
You know i'm IT cause I kill em like Derry
Tom music
Mean what a say mean what I speak
No lies coming out of these teeth
Mr freeze cold on some beats it be hella frosty
By any costing giving
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