Lyrics:
the turning lane
Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I'm looking great
Don't want to grind just want to hate, you crummy and I'll run yo 'plate
I
can't go where I go
And none of them can't educate me about dough
You can't educate me about bagging up food
Shut ya mout' and don't get rude
None
the turnin'lane, in the turnin' lane
Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me, 'cause I'm lookin' great
Don't wanna grind just wanna hate, you crummy and I'll run yo
The Seven Wonders of the World
And I can make you the eighth
If you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman
That ain't my style
Need a real
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
I'm back my music tracks about
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
]
What's my business is my business, don't worry 'bout how I'm livin
I'm gettin it how I'm gettin it, you should do the same
These haters hate, they mad
own, I don't give a fuck who hit it
It's a celebration, celebration
Howard paid off dedication, they motivated
Booker fights the seven shows, tell my
Uh, I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving
Listen, Ars' in no position to front
Know ya name Durrell Jones, you
Don't load and aim, you talkin' game
It's snakes in the grass but I'm
On point like
through my cha-ka-ras
You dont know by now its obvious
That i really really got this shit
Oh shit. Yeah my mouth is just stale af
Yeah pass me the juice.
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking hungry
Real niggas don't notice you
I'm the only dopeboy quotable
Mami tryna land
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
on pout with the 5th on lean
Trill dvd playin' on my screen sittin' on cream
man you know what I mean
[Chorus]
Now if I catch you at the light (i
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking hungry
Real niggas don't notice you
I'm the only dopeboy quotable
Mami tryna land
'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
don't stop
You rock to the beat till it makes you drop
Yes, I'm one of a kind, I'm Super Rhymes
And I'd like to say hello
And since I'm on the mic
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault your positions
Waste
[INTRO]
Icey
Why they got to hate on me?
(I don't know, I guess they love my swag, love my swag, love my swag)
Ha ha who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike
Borderline genius
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault
Cuz they don't bother me (ha stop)
Nigga I'm always strapped I
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Yo Whoo Kid these niggas
the field of rap, I pull rank
Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbing banks
What you think? On the roof I work, smoking dank
Puffin Bone-Thugs
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