Lyrics:
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
about
Drake unfollowed Ice Spice after he flew her out
And I'm on Gervonta side, females do too much
He ain't do shit, she put shit on his toothbrush
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
Some like to give brain and
What some of these girls want, is too much for the radio station
Look I'm just a man y'all (man y'all)
Not a monster
I was a child I was born to be a (man)
It never mattered much I never gave a damn
About the chivalry and kindness both my fathers tried to cram
It
A businessman
And he's got this
Work ethic that
I always wish I had
And he's
Funny as fuck, too
We had a game
Growing up
When the radio
Was playing
At random
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
Rip me off, I won't let it
Do me wrong, I don't get it
Mouth too fucked, Im on medic
Like me dumb? you so fetish
You feel the aura, I won't emit
Im
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana,
Bad table ettiqutte, too much chatter,
Very well spoken, or real bad grammer,
I minority token, a brother in
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana,
Bad table ettiqutte, too much chatter,
Very well spoken, or real bad grammer,
I minority token, a brother in
Get whole, break bread
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive
And I can't just not
Neighbour, San Francisco
(Nathan), shout to my homie Julian out in Paris, (Cabrerra)
Holdin' me and my man Jason down, much love!
Shout to Miami Girl, L.A.
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
the best advice
Turned up loud on my radio dial
I've always known that I would sing it too
Three chords and a woman's truth
Gretchen got me all jacked up
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
Drunk it !)
You won't be too shy to let 'er rip - (Crowd chant: Drunk it !)
Wanna date that new girl but you're like a tongue-tied fool - (Crowd chant:
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
much)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
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