Lyrics:
Gyal a Western Union and DHL anyway
Nuff gyal inna mi catalog, digital and analog
Nuff gyal inna mi catalog
Man a punany gimme god
Nuff gyal inna mi
catalog
Oh yes I see
Girls a run me
In abundance
What we a go do
Ugly and pretty
What an audicity
One fi Red Rat and one fi Buju
Every where I
Yeah
Ya feel me
Yessir
Yeah
I'm a professional rapper
She said, "I can't have her"
She capping, she capping dawg
Once I done played her my catalog
me friend
So much gal ina fi we catalog
Verse 1:
BB:
Oh yes I see
Girls aroun me
In abundance
What we a go do
Ugly and Pretty
What
(As I scroll through my catalog of allegory)
(Yah Yah Yah Yah)
(How you do that S.A.V.?)
(As I scroll through my catalog... Be Patient)
As I scroll
The Most Beautiful Thing In This
I Turn The Mic On I Let You Sing In It
I Spit The Truth In The Booth
Show My Whole Catalog For Proof
Only Exchange
feeling it, the feel in it
Oh look I’ve got it
My summertime catalog
Summertime catalog
Gonna lick a rocket pop today
Show up wearing nothing but a cape
I
the catalog
I read what her status was
Just a girl on the catalog, something on the catalog
I remember when you told me that you tried to ignore them
we fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from l.l. bean. from up in columbus, sporty's
T shop. and victoria's secret! the
Russian people have
I been in my bag and they been in their feelings
Since the beginning a nigga been focus on winning
Ya heard the catalog ain't no questions about how
of holiday charm
Searching catalogs for dolls and a BB gun
To find a gift for you was so much fun
can never be that shit open catalog
Nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor
(Uh) , but we got bands and Ruger clips
Bitch, what
looking at you and they're waiting
No debating who's the realest got a catalog of thriller's
No Mac Miller but I'm chiller than a stone cold killer
Yeah
(SKIZO)
Yo BRGNE, 80's are back, nigga
Kayn sbagha, golina ina loun
Kandirhom b 'sique li makaynach f catalog
B13 w CB4 darbina b talon
Che7al mn
Ford fusion
When I'm racing in the city
I can't afford to lose
I'm in a place that many envy
I'm only in my twenties
But the catalog is plenty
You so dum dum, dah dum dum, dum dum
Got my catalog going dum dum
Number one, one talk your shit
I am number one, you talking dum dah, dah dum dum
My catalog so dope
Can't wait to see
The many new songs
Being made by me
Been getting this fire
Never stopping it be
Keep rising to the top
It be
out that catalog
I see s*** just not the same no more
S*** don't feel the same no more
It's really not the same no more (Oh)
S*** don't feel the same no
Praise God Bro
Aka Te
Why they acting like I never been here before
You could check the catalog, know I got hits galore
They been sleeping on ya boy,
You're my auctioneer
And we dream in catalogs
Match and win
As we dream in catalogs
Here she comes
The auctioneer
We match and win
When
catalog
Writin' rhymes in my captain's log, BlackStar date
MC's fake like Egyptian Gods in 'Stargate'
Lovin' the hate, bubble all types of weight in they
Jango on a bitch
Trying to come up once again like she prego in this bitch
And I'm the baby
Royalties next 18 years
Pay me
Off a catalog
Off a catalog
When I started this
When I started this
I would get happy
Whenever I finished a song
Now it's just not as exciting
Another one added to the catalog
I
you ah go increase the criteria
Bush catalog no be small catalog
Rushing catalog na the best antidote
Next commission na to switch Mandate
The girl ei
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