Lyrics:
J Smash keep smashing
Big man ting big man ting big man ting
Big man ting l hit up the plug you can miss me bitch
Big man ting big man ting big man
Come be my
Major ting
Major ting
Saner ting
Danger ting
By the way you look at me
I know you want it
Baby bring that booty
Slap it all up on me
Both
Dont see the sistem give a hand
Never seen people realy blend
White cuss back bout black trend
Now we all gwan mek man friend
Like Charlie whe style
Prapa Tings
Nuff a gwaan like dem a top shot,
Hold aan, me really kiaan't stop,
Mi hafi siddong pan di ridim cause mi love ow it drop, ow it mek
that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)
Gun show, I dropped
prevent appearance of their demons straight away
Hey, I heard you didn't get the memo dog
It could be a Demogorgon or a Demo-Dog
We don't want your theory,
me
Now I stand pon 10 toes
Look what I mean
Now bop
Bounce to the wall
Mad energy give it back to the don
Bop bop bop
She dey back to the wall
Tesla
Clap that ting on a vespa
I aint the boasting type
Why man had 50 racks by the dresser
I used to feel pressure
These days man have you
Nanked with
deep)
Understand what I'm saying to you? (Will make you go insane)
Yo, yo (ah true ting you ah talk, y'hear?) (check it deep)
She's been with me, been
Where it gets you tonight shit, we gon' see
Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I will stay by your side
Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I will give all I got to you
Lil' Ms. Chica,
for Hayley
Our next move was to rerecord
Her solo demos with
Our own music rather than
Studio musicians to make
It sound more genuine meanwhile
We
This ting got me moving loco loco, come like Kojo when I'm making these funds
Up and down no yoyo, YOLO, done it on my solo when I'm making these
ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll get back to you.
Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending
ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
charming people I have known
For I meet politicians
And grafters by the score
Killers plain and fancy
It's really quite a bore
Oh, newspapermen meet such
Push over the old fling
Man don't wanna dead ting
Know you always gon come by
I can be your new ting
West side flexing
Never gonna waste your time
"Give me $1 million if you
Want the next album"
It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back
Into the hired Lexus and head across the
East River
how are ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Once again it's another rap bandit
Think I'll Ever Settle Down
Even If I Gotta Travel A Bit
I'll Go Around The World And Back
Cuz I Know That Once I Have It Thats It And Uh,
[Chorus:]
(Yea
ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I
pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so
afford
Can you give me something that would make them tings want my board
Take over the game by force
Took your girl now you get lost
She in a time for
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