Lyrics:
real game that's the bulletin
Jet L-E that's me I boogie
Come to the dance in a blacked out buggy
Leave out the dance with a girl in a mini
When I come
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into
disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
don lap
It's all facts
I need the money
Men you know i need cash
Know a nigga need some pussy
Know a nigga need ass
Man about to drop an album
Boy
of five year old girls engage in deliberate dietary restraint-
When we used to run our webcam studio, we know how sad men are because we saw it first hand
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
he knows it's a P-ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again
Yes it's me again" show me your new Ed
My garments, cost
through on a "flee" ting
Your shopkeeper, he knows it's a P ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again, yes
It's me again" show
you
I might do it just to show you
I might do it just to show you
We be like la, la, la, la
Say I won't sell my shoes and take my kids to Chuck E
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old
sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old
sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
This one goes to my man old dirty, one love we be swigging brew
Trigger too, even Nas I be digging too
Let's see whose left Mobb Deep, oh yeah Meth
dead body go do better album
I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una
the club sewed up
Stacks so fat that they can't fold up (Can't fold up)
The girls in the club know us (Us)
Because we act bad every time we show up (Sho nuf)
the club sewed up
Stacks so fat that they can't fold up (Can't fold up)
The girls in the club know us (Us)
Because we act bad every time we show up (Sho nuf)
like Rick Ross
Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
Big boss man with the shit hot tan
Man with a plan, forget your lockdown
Back with a bang, some shit
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
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